Not now! No more! Miiii stop it!
I press with my palms to each cell
Gushes the sun ceaselessly
To live first...
To get bread, to warm up the house, to cook, to....
I can't catch up to run in the trees, the mountains...
My fingers hurts
They don't make it
Flowing the sun from everywhere...
Love pours!
Can feed us?
Eh! As it can...