So…, this moment finally comes. Lot of points connected into one, sadness, pain, painless, smiles, tears, heaviness, emptiness, clouds, thunders, rains, storms, blizzards. The very fragile of human side, seeing fact never as before. They said, when fall comes, then awaiting the spring to be next. But this isn’t an autumn, neither spring.
The masks of many had broke in another ways. Not choice nor chaos, the part that fall in the different hill in the same skyline.
This the ultimate turbulence and the very deep peace, the hardest fist and the untouchable gift. I call this momentary … the present.
Bhyllabus l'énigme 
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