Another final ...
desperate gestures stopped at sea on a falling star that completely ignores me.
A story that begins well, but does not end for lack of ideas.
Mate that cooled just as he helped with their luggage.
The wind that cut off the kite twine that I never finished assembly.
And now we close a project that did not end as we wanted.
Life is a journey to other worlds, near here, almost always the same street.
It was night, I better go to sleep.
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