The wire rope stretched over the
impending abyss, swings threateningly beneath the bending body, which is
already deformed and bent by the inhuman load on its shoulders, the face frozen
into an inhuman mask.
The burden on his shoulders has been
placed on him by senseless forces that have nothing in mind other than to
plunge him into the threatening abyss.
But even though so much humanity has
already left your body and only a replica of itself remains, it continues to
hold its ground so that the crash doesn't come (yet).
