The mouth opens for the last time to take some air. Everything seems a miracle. The farewell will be unsatisfactory. A hug that lasts who know how much, maybe just a hug or to stand there like stone. The grudge will end on top And last pimple will not burst because the fingers will slip. The last gesture is confusing because the surface of the face will not be skin, only meat in air. The cries condemn the onlookers. And still no peace nor sleep.
