As the sun begins to set,
As the birds fly back home,
As the wind gets biting,
And as death begins to take over life,
Flows in a group of young boys and girls,
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As the sun begins to set,
As the birds fly back home,
As the wind gets biting,
And as death begins to take over life,
Flows in a group of young boys and girls,
Melancholic. Dark. Terrifying. Perplexing. Mystery. These few words are just some fine instances of a generic vocabulary which define or signal the conspiracy and final consequence of life, death. The valiant man who boasts of being ignorant and untouched by the fear of death cannot be believed.
We all live each day in order to secure ourselves from each risk that could stick on to us and each risk that could deprive us from living. We breathe in order to not die of suffocation. We eat in order to not fall prey to death out of starvation. We communicate in order to not give in front of the mighty death because of isolation.