Today has been a cloudy day. Maybe it was an advice.
Today has been a sad day. The rain has wet the soil and the cold has invaded every corner.
At twelve o'clock my blue fish has died and everyone; people, animals and toys have cried for him.
Many hours later, we've make a private funeral, where the body, perched at the top of a funeral pyre, was waiting that the fire devour his body:
The ashes of his body have flown far, far away,
maybe they have reached to the world's most beautiful site.
Reast In Peace