I looked at the watch;
Six and twenty minutes in the morning.
I slept again. Then I stepped up I looked at the watch.
Six and twenty minutes in the morning.
I thought: the air is still dark. I must have seen the first time wrong.
I slept.
When i'm down The air was clear, but the clock was still six and twenty minutes in the morning.
I'm upset. I did not believe the clock was dead. It was not used to these things. I did not expect.
People are like hours.
Some are beside us, like hours. Regular, always.
They are so patient that they do not feel their turning around.
They are unimportant to you. They also spin off. Without saying that their battery is over.
Then one day clear day tells that he is no longer.

The magnitude of these people must be known,
-> Before six and twenty minutes ... <-
for my father and my mother