My age is older and the meaning of term of the death is better clear. Like old people looking the funeral list on the road some their friend, I see how some friends of mine have died and how as well, someone else has their foot to other side of this mistery of the Faith
The White walls of the Hospitals has them like free guests after a life of sacrifices…
My time running slow and without a choise for turn back, it has leaved a nasty taste from my month to my soul.
I see how new generations are became the present and how I, too older for this law of slave and falses.
I should live better every breathing of this Life, but my job condition since 2007 impose me a right procedures like a Good Goverment must for its people.
A person from the past met me on the road. His news has called the ghost in me and all my unbalances and unknowns.
I need to open my eyes soon as possible and I need to stand up quickly from the bed but a sorts of chains are around my legs… I am back to the past but i should escape to the future…