The hand lies on the cold stone, the same stone on which the city was based and that, questioning the soundness never discussed, it has allowed the fulfillment of such senseless disaster. A stone bearing the coat of arms visible, now mark the tragedy.
fingers from the bloom and branching cracks that have crumbled the rock on which the city itself, but not the shadow remains indelibly imprinted like the shadows of Hiroshima, it still has the ability to rid of a dead stone, to come back to life, to take off again flight.
The flight of the fleeting shadow overlaps a living dead. The
hand knows, even for a moment, caressing the cold stone, but is already ready to start again.
fingers from the bloom and branching cracks that have crumbled the rock on which the city itself, but not the shadow remains indelibly imprinted like the shadows of Hiroshima, it still has the ability to rid of a dead stone, to come back to life, to take off again flight.
The flight of the fleeting shadow overlaps a living dead. The
hand knows, even for a moment, caressing the cold stone, but is already ready to start again.
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