in one year, in a day, what can I say else, time imposes silence, words do nothing, I am led to my thinking, this is what make a bit at the end I will count the days, for the moment I am between two extremes, the anguish and joy, the two get along well, they intersect often without saying hello, but the important is to know really, not with words, being in love that is lived in silence, in hatred too, the words come over and go as quickly as they come, impossible to follow, they say nothing about the situation, they play, they go up and they go down, time passes but it does not, human beings communicate by crossing their eyes in a second everything is said, there is nothing to add,, hatred and passion are projected immediatly, it can not change the balance, the words can do anything to it should be, this is not a choice, it goes where it should, no time lost, the impression of not going at best, but it is a time to prepare a result, each day is linked to the preceding and the following story does not lose in the wild