Rain. The walking umbrellas are the only colors of a city grey and dark. Sometimes the long scarves worn to have a shield against the biting cold add new tones to this autumn without the classic color game played by trees and leaves. Winter, where are you? It's time of crisis even for snow, and for all those children waiting for playing with snowmen. No men, we're sorry kids. «When you miss something you always have the opportunity to find it out, or find something else even better». My colleague's words are still clear in mind. He talked to me as he was talking to his son. It's something really uncommon: today there's no person who find time to show humanity. We're alone, that' the paradox. We live into the so called global village, where we live terribly alone. Suddenly we realized we're too much, and then we started to ignore each other. Man, what about you? I could ask the same question to myself, but why should I do it? Once again I have no answer to give to myself. I'm waiting answers as kids are waiting for their snow.
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