Book: When will the five years

That's why rush from one to another until you die. Fifteen years old, maybe fifteen or fifteen twilight sky. Inside, everything is livelier than outside, where only the wind and death. Therefore, it is necessary... don't go... and wait. Because come is to die at once, but how wonderful to think that tomorrow we will see a hundred Golden horns, plunging the sun into the clouds.

Once you start looking at the palm of a live bug or look at the evening sea, peering into each wave, as everything disappears and the image in the heart and the wound. But I love and want to love, to love as she is, so I have five years to wait for the night when the lights are all out, and her braid will wrap around my hands.