autumn without autumn While I was in the corner, wait the wind invite me to dance, the humans walked that as if the tomorrow a sempiternal thing, but the that is not true. I was watching while the wind was ignoring me. "What is its problem?” I thought when a foot kicked me throw the street. The water of the rain took me away, well, nowhere is far to me. The word is my house and I am a part of the word, but my love is the wind. But the wind is angry with me, and I didn’t know why. "Hi" the water told me "Hi" I replied, a little sad. The water is wise, so it knew that something was happening. "Why so sad" "My life is short, and the wind haven´t arrived to me" "Why do you need to the wind?" it asked me "WHY? that is a stupid question" I thought, but instead I said "Because fly with my love is my dream, my aim, is my soul" The water thought for a pair of seconds and told. "If the wind hasn’t arrived to you, how do you know it?" "It has not arrived to me in this life, but it was my former love, in my first live, and every time that I have grew up the wind arrive and hug me, but in this occasion that never happed" The little river arrived to a garden and it was absorbed for the earth. “Hi” told me a rock “why so sad?” I, sad, replied “because my life end in this place, tomorrow I will be part of the earth again and the wind never arrived” And that was my last life as leaf.