in the situation outside the venue of the bumpy accidental lack of justification, I think of the other walks without thinking about the action to build an annuity until the end of bleak and lonely life in the abandoned park, near the icy pond youth frozen forever in the heart half empty bitterness of existence irresponsible in the soup of the sad days when the swing stops moan, we often have to fight against the envy that goes down in the basement of legal possibilities, where the loss of identity shines in the darkness purulent open sewer or a drunk piss without pay attention to the nascent days of splendor, an under-expressed it in a hiccup of conscience morning, a fresh in the heavy body that is woefully behind in order not to fall at every step, a chain that holds the soul to enjoy themselves without thinking of evil, but the human is free to slide into the unknown ground of poverty, the mud in the most ignoble thoughts moribund emitting waste to spend a sad spectacle colorless agitated when people without hope, guided only by the desire to crush its neighbor, always more misery