Dying People Often Become Childish.

Dying People Often Become Childish.

The Stars Are Scattered All Over The Sky Like Shimmering Tears, There Must Be Great Pain In The Eye From Which They Trickled.

Do You Know, Valerio, That Even The Least Among All Humans Is So Great That Life Is Far Too Short To Love Him?

That Is A Long Word: Forever!

Whoever Finishes A Revolution Only Halfway, Digs His Own Grave.