When those pebbles touched your ears, all the stories will be unfold ahead. Forgotten words in human figures fade at side, while the wind whispers the legends and our present explains.

All these memories that the mind forgets, logic pushes the finger to keep bevy and capture it on paper surface with a little light. Presumption for all those future nostalgic moments.

Small celebrations keep the myth alive, with tears sigh for, favor in joy. As long as people laugh, during dancing they break their pain.