I choke, I'm drowning. Salt in a whisper one word: help . A word that is a flower with five petals and five soldiers. She goes up and I go. In two, you and I, we lift a poorly balanced. If now I look around and all stop. Quell ' not help asking help. He does not know to ask and, perhaps, can not receive. He says there is nothing to be done. We must suffocate by drowning. If at the end there will be even a sailing ship with the treasure, I will ask why the weight of things. Things that suffocate, drown things.
