I feel myself leaving, like the grain of the hourglass that flows in the course of time, this feeling that goes beyond my reason, I didn’t want to offer only an ephemeral emotion. Strangled by the knots that I have woven myself. I wonder if I should cut them since I can not manage to disentangle them. Despite this glimmer of hope that I feel at your sight, I will no longer conquer my old place, this time I heard correctly.
