When we are old When we get old, it will often cold. The old always gives the impression of being cold. The good weather we can not forget many things. We'll leave our troubles in the gray clouds of yesterday. I think that's what the old. The sun will dazzle us with much more intensity, and smiles widen and wrinkles. We have already quite a few wrinkles, but we will be more to a close. We'll be making white hair, with the help of our children and their children. So we think a little more to us, bringing us closer gradually ground.
Because the sky and the ground will form a pair and we will be in the middle. The sky will support with all his might to push us against the ground, and we try as best they could to keep us upright. And one day when the pressure is too high, rather than the sky and the ground we break into two, the sky burrowing under the earth. As if the lower part of the clamp is crushed. And all will be good to throw away. We, the clamp, and the crumbs that this scatter in the memories of others. When we get old we will live together. Like all old. Because all old and live. With the impression of having lived their entire lives in the middle of a clip that would have tried in vain to reduce to crumbs.