Autumm... The season's fadding. Not a boy just a man.

Poor boy lucky man. The season is changing. No feelings. No passion. Just be. No... that would be poor boy but a lucky man. No man. Always a lucky boy. No changing season. Always serving mankind and no man.This season must not change. Someone said: In this real world... I smiled inside. What is the real world? Why does someone limited argues with something he knows nothing about. What is there to proof? Only the recognition that we are nothing, small dust in vacuum. Being able of running faster? Jesse
Owens died... Hitler died... Churchill died... De Gaulle died... Napolean died... What is there to real overcame? For me... even beeing human and as so making mistakes... do good is enough! Naif? Yes. But enough. Where is the place for great man? Nowhere. A great man does not need to brag about it. Welcome Autumm... and the sense of inutility for certain functions. Study harder and worth less. Only in a country like this. We burn people has we burn timber and coal.