Once upon a time there was a boy who collected air. He took a deep breath, blew it into a small bag, and the air of that moment was there.
From moment to moment a new sack was filled, and they all hung around his waist.
There are those who imagine that it is difficult to continue walking with so much saved air. But keeping lightness has advantages – the moments accompany you but do not stop you from walking.
When he got tired, he would lie down on the air sacs and sleep soundly. His body did not touch the ground and would float among the stored moments.
Until one day, during a deep sleep, a strong and silent wind crept sneakily to where the boy rested.
It took all the air he had saved.
It also took the boy, who, as he was flying in the wind, was thrilled by the possibility of tucking away such a large amount air.
His arms waved as he tried to catch a sack of a size that could contain the wind. And with all the excitement he did not realize that there was no air bag around his waist.
Everything had turned to wind.
He closed his eyes and let out a tear. There was no time to reach the little boy’s pink cheek so the tear could turn to wind.
And there the boy went. Without his moments. Without his tears. Only with the wind.
Once upon a time there was a boy collecting air.
Now it’s the air that collects the boy.