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once upon a time, such a long time ago, there was a very strange man who was roaming the small, narrow and winded streets of the town talking to each and every person. he was very tall and yet never looked down on others. very quiet, a bit serious but smiling, he'd go from door to door asking for something that no one could give him. people would stare at him, shutting the door and then the window, trying to make sure his insanity would not go in their homes.

one day, exhausted from all the roaming, he sat on a doorstep and closed his eyes. he stopped breathing and stopped his thoughts. in a minute, he looked up staring at the end of the street. he started to rise, but his heart failed him. there was nothing he could do, but die.

he was born again, grew up as tall as the first time and as soon as he could stand up he started his search again, this time with more energy. he was almost there, he knew it, he couldn't rest and he wouldn't breathe. one day he stopped in the middle of the street and looked at a window. he started towards it, but on the door-step, he felt it. it was his heart. he saddened knowing what it meant and then died again.

he was born again one summer night, as if he had to hurry, start his life early enough to find what he'd been looking for. he found the street and found the window, ran for the door and stopped. he breathed in and began to hum a song. he knew he finally succeeded and raised his hand to knock. nevertheless, the door opened before he got to touch it and he smiled. he entered the house and opened his arms giving himself in. that night, she died in his arms. there was never enough time for them.