Why does it happen,
when you collapse in,
on yourself, a black

hole is formed? I don’t
want to enter, the depth
of eternal death!

Would you come with
me to have a look
at the fading sun?

It is beautiful. The
rainbow on street, in-
viting you to cross the colors.

It bleeds the heart, the
irreparable loss of the rival.
You are here, not to come again.