The Darkest Point of Night

I wandered the streets and the streets until late at night. Actually, it wasn't a trip. On the streets, in the streets. The thrill of darkness over the city excited me. There were street lights that tried to destroy the darkness, lights that leaked from the windows of the houses and car headlights; but their presence did not care about darkness.

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The only invincible of the night was clear: Darkness. I came home, I'm in my room, I get silent, I pull my chair on the edge of the glass and opened the window. I want this tranquility to last forever, is that possible? I didn't turn on the lights. I was gonna watch out from the darkness.

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There's been a lot of dogs left. They would have gone soon. The wind was blowing light, the tree was rustling the leaves. I saw the bear in the form of a crescent. I'd like to take a lasso in my hand and throw it in the moon, and then I'm gonna go ...

Could I do it? If I could go to the moon, what would I do there? I would travel all over the place, watch the world, this miserable planet. I would not be sorry for his misery or mischief; I could have wished even worse. Return to the world again? No; this would be a journey with only the departure.