we must not admit defeat when all seems won, that's how I see life, though in the opposite direction of instant gratification, what to compel the difficulty, in laughter sort, that humans are funny in their ridiculous claims, then I missed my life, why try to look like a winner, the real loser is not, it lies for ever, is a serene Apart from the bugs that are sure to address the inert body to release its rotting flesh, it is the beginning of eternal rest beyond silly lyrics, dark feelings, envy, devouring, silence in the ground, we fed our whole lives and now we realize what we have without attention, what a mess, people do not realize it destroys everything it touches, even without express two cents body trample the lawn, it is bloody, even if these bodies walked slowly praying the intention of being crushed nature, being evil is no better, being short is violent, we must cutting wood to make paper from the notebook of birth, is a baby that has done nothing wrong, and yet, ten thousand babies, is that cutting a forest, the earth is warming, humans is the cause, not so much because he uses bombs to be painted hair, but simply by being born and to live so short a time we wondered how this project can be to live