Breaking down the watersides, where life could be created indeed, they are numerous forgotten candles. The dream can allow a page to be turned over to discover a new story while the previous one is being erased from the surface of his or her majesty, the greatness. Nonetheless, unwilling souls, never rest, they always stand upon a world they already know as much as ever.
That's how a heart has the ability to cry.
Shall I just get a bottle of rhum.