He smiles very little when he is alone in the room but with others he is so funny
his short-sighted eyes focus on the strings and his hand plays hesitant and short notes
he was so strong as a child
Life never gives time to show itself in deferral, he thought of the dawn of the two sunsets
when he chose to retrace his steps and leave no traces of his passage in flight
He waits a moment before to get out of bed to see if everything is normal
then he looks in the mirror, makes a cartoonish grimace
he remembers her and thinks back to that secret kiss that he stole one day at the seaside
if he can ever go back to being a boy inside he would like to fly, go and get her
He feels he is cumbersome in this world of his own
but every night he returns to the shore armed with a shovel and hourglass

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