Sailing

I cannot feel the wind, those winds which gave us honey wine to sleep the giants.

Oh, sorry! , then, are you stopped without hope?

No, not, every day, we're building a new sail, but, it's so difficult!. Workers with children, dreamers in the cold floor have been transported to the vacuum but everyone are living and, a day, perhaps discovering that they closed the doors to stop the wind, people will crouch out to take the wind which are going to raise them