Water and fire

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