Story

My story
 As insignificant as that of any other by other eyes and so significant by its existence to who writes it.
 So full of adventures, creations and delusions and full of everything and nothing, Vast numbers of time in which becomes the three times.
 My story
 A review of the matter by the seconds that take it, a walk fed in the dome of endless imaginations in the possible eternity to come.
 Daily regurgitation of the insistence of something greater than a simple arbitrary history or not.
 My story
 Your story
 Records of a creation of an unknown author, yes, unknown!
 Cherish the ego in a critique loop by the mirror around forgetting the passwords provided in binary codes to the observer.
 My story
 A nothing but everything in the mirror of the observer, a delicious and bitter spring morning bestowed upon existing.
 A river of words without history, without the sea for their morbid encounter.
 My story
 Today, tonight ends up as another magnificent and tedious chapter, and we know what the posthumens of tomorrow will be in our history.

 Author: Renato Fernandes.