How To Write Something About You

@ Climax.

Of those bright mornings when you could do a triple somersault followed by a solo tap dance and sing the melody of happiness loudly while walking the streets.
Where you go up the highest trees to the pig hanged. Where nothing
t'enchante more than to patrol the park and pick up garbage. One morning
profound fatigue ...
And bliss.

In addition, no one died.

And while I resume my life nicely course, the little brother who, it turns off her big bright eyes across the globe.