Each one will be the result of hers own history, I 'am also,you say, maybe.
And at Sunday dawn you'll get the last one night line by the name of the pig-bovine-cattle.
it stops someway (somehow) in suburban areas.
You have changed, and you'll always do it.
We go here just seconds.
Perhaps it is not even one second, the cold space is so old.
But the human has hers own task for becoming a real man, and find her self.
You took a task. And now you're going back to the bus top, you remember, the name of pig-bovine. but you're stronger than the past, perhaps also happy.