in an indefinite time I will be able to tell me that I am at the edge of envy, I will be out, not waiting for a ridiculously tiny satisfaction, life passes majestic killer of hope, in the magisterial last rattle, all goes quickly, everything comes too late, we must even if nothing comes, in boredom i can organize without fear of overheating, it's rather the cold ice of waiting, the gaze wanders towards the sky, while clouds above take the forms of wreaths of whipped cream, and then disappear into the blue sky, it is a slow movement as opposed to human life that is more like an ant, an overflowing glass to flow on the water, a red stain spread on the white, salt soon, too late, he died after a last bite, its stomach is full, the head is empty, the soul flew without look behind it, that's it for this one, another is waiting in the belly of mother, no rest for the souls, the body will slowly disappear into the earth, and life passes, the days of madness and the eternal cold, it lasts since man exists, it takes millions of years that each generation repeats the same journey chaotic unaware that there is something else, elsewhere