“and everyday, just at the end, without a single doubt, the night comes. Everyday. It falls on me, as if I must miss the sun, as if I should embrace its darkness. And everyday, everyday, just at the beginning, the day breaks, and it breaks off me. I wish no longer to see the sunrise. For it breaks, it brings nothing more than a day. Another day. And in that day, just at the end, the night will fall, again.”

“and everyday, just at the end, without a single doubt, the night comes.
Everyday. It falls on me, as if I must miss the sun, as if I should embrace its darkness.
And everyday, everyday, just at the beginning, the day breaks, and it breaks off me.
I wish no longer to see the sunrise.
For it breaks, it brings nothing more than a day.
Another day.
And in that day, just at the end, the night will fall, again.”