Today, tonight, both of us, aren't we like these Connie's birds : ... a lot of/many birds... but each one alone ... wanting to go down on their Mountain, to recover each other, each others ? Every day.
Aren't we afraid to be not able to ... to ... to ... ?
How to continue ? How to continue ? How to continue ?
Yes, three times,
but three times are not enough to say.
To say how I - and probably many of us - shall be/will be alone if Pixdaus has to close.
