burned fire where the sky kissed the sunrise. Fire reflected on the calm sea surface. And created nature a divine spectacle

The curtains will fall like broken, discovering the next spectacle, the tired lights will glow, jealously preserved the light. And the forgotten scene will breathe, your last stellar breath, perhaps, the dusty scenario will change, your soul. Long played. People will come, maybe see, by yourself something in the game, and then they'll leave, they realize, their life is actually a spectacle. They will drain the curtains nostalgically again, the actors, for a second time, that only in the light of the projector, the most real have always lived.