in a sense I am busy, but in another I am nothing, too bad I have a reason that the new is not there yet and that the former is well established, it is always the same problem The order is well-prepared for the rush it should not go there by force, but darker in the stuffing, style turkey or Christmas on the balcony, béarnaise sauce and andouille de Vire, about the rainy season Cherbourg umbrella in case, but all that I am not, I'm on my way to go far away, so no luggage, the trunk is empty so as not to alert Customs, I left the way open convertible through the rear, but it is in caps breath smells of petrol, even when the hood is good, you feel protected at home, missing the TV and slippers, but it will not lead, it there is a place where we are at home, you need a key to access and not on a hill, life is not a song that lasts two minutes, life is first responsibilities, thoughtful choice, a balanced life as a couple, at least one child who grows too fast, it is a minimum but we are not forced to stick to the image in any way we alone, no way to escape, people we see every day, you get used to them, then the love-in, where is it in the morning all the same, always in the evening the same, in the weekends always the same, and not, love is above us, we look from above, gently, it does not, then what is it to nothing, it means everything in the human language to say everything it means, big car, big salary, vacation in the Bahamas, not much actually, but nothing, it means respect, tenderness, openness, Wow!