it is huge but helpless, the body rots exactly as provided, the microbes attack non-stop, the fight is fierce, the human develops parades that are destroyed by time, we must start again, but when it is old, hope to win disappears, the end is near, why continue to live high while it soon descends to the lowest in life, nothing to do other than wait until the last rampart bursts in pressure, life is too strong for the weak, it requires energy and unwavering vision, each day we must sign a performance contract for access to breakfast, hoping to live, then those who lost faith, regardless of age, fall into the intermediate zone, they are lying because they are crushed by gravity, time passes without looking towards, that's it, they will soon join the disappeared forever, when the living continue to fight to get a place in the sun, there's joy, crying, but a lot of life, a mystical food that boosted the body out of bed, making them chase their dreams, it lasts 50 years and one day it decreases, another day we wait at the window