Sometimes life is not so funny.
Sometimes getting older is not so funny.
Now and then, a friend, or someone nearby, is dying. Just like that.
You look at yourself, and what you see is that you’re not a boy anymore…
These trees -not far from my house, so I know them very well and since long- are so impressive, standing there effortlesly majestic, that I can’t stop looking at them.
They are ten, fifteen, closely together on a empty field.
Underneath their leaves and branches you can savely hide.