"E era assim, se tinha que chover, chovia."
"Como escrevo meus poemas?
Como jardineiro, oras."
"She has ticket for tomorrow morning,
but in the real life there is not a station
to arrive in the very last minute
and see her changing her mind,
running among the people
to reach me in a endless hug,
spinning while the 'the end' scrolls up."
