12.

I was a kid calling for his father, his absent father on a distant night and I found his arms and I felt save. I was a writer and I had my impossible love and then I had my trip to Peru and, I had just born again.

Then I became a working class man, and I had a real love. So then I died only to reborn again. I went to the mountains and I bought a cabain over there. I started to grow our own food and to watch life go along.
 
Then I realized: you live many lifes together in this one. And I became a father and I saw my child living and dying just like I was.
 


So then, one day, I closed my eyes, and I never woke up again.