The Wind-Up Scribble

Hubiera sido mejor  llegar al mundo con vida eterna igual que un dios. Pero alguien tuvo la gran idea de conceder  inmortalidad a  mortales. No sé si esto sea para mí, que pasara cuando me aburra? Todavía necesito respirar? O dormir? Si el sol me toca no quiero brillar como diamante, si eso pasa que alguien, si puede, me mate.

La eternidad no es para mortales.

I don't remember having the pleasure of meeting your eyes, your real eyes.

When we arrived they were closed.

Sometimes, my brother and i, discuss about how they could be, but we are realistic we dont keep hope to see it. always they are closed to rest, but with the time, they just look more tired.

You’re tired, we know it, we feel it.

Don’t you worry, we are your back up team, we'll see what you need to see and if is necessary also we closed.