Breathing hard and walking slowly. Strenghts face their worse challenge of all the journeys.. Just getting lost and alone in that cementery.... Something pushes him to go there.... and who knows if he will be back.... but destiny is calling... and I am tired to try to escape....Many things come to my mind now.. Memories of too many things II loved... too many people *sighs*... where are they now?... Now I only have this ahead... and eternity is calling me now... The glories of many fallen ones pronounce my name in the wind.... whispering and then others ... and others....what is there ahead? I don't know...I just hope to end this hell at once forever..Good bye dear people.. good bye world.....I love you ... but it is better this way.

The winds get stronger.. the view is each moment lesser... and the dillo gets lost in the middle of mothing slowly but firmly til he finds what he lost.