when it was like I knew that was not there, it just cross the space of a moment to be projected beyond the inability to love, but as always it depends on leading daily here, now, when years have passed, leaving only debris wonderful, it comes when he can, but it's enough to hope the rest of the time, the love is there, but my head is elsewhere in the garage habits, not just ringing, there's someone for years, until the day I leave, never to return, because it just bullshit, a time for fun, another for I do not know what yet,