look they're staring after us. we choose the same location I think, and we didn't aware it.
sometimes I like this moment, but you didn't dare it. the name of the rose. like Umberto Eco's mystery novel.
in what name you give me a chance to go anywhere?
in what name you take me after the other one you've chose for finishing this life?
who standing before us, and then after us? probably nothing. none, just to be alone. my shadows and I.
the sea notes series #00
