when is it now

jeudi 1 mars 2012

a story always starts early and ends lateit's funnybecause life begins at the endwhen you are born you come from nowhere, it comes from the unknownperhaps we were with God just before being designedbut when we leave the wombwe have forgotten everythingthey cry, I'm hungry, in a huge roar from a little bodyit takes decades to understand that we will go to the beginningall those days that pass provide no answerwe could live two hundred years, there would be no more responselife is like an airplane without wingsit floats in the air time dreaming, sleeping, waking up earlybecause we run with our legsbut one day the plane felljust enough time for alast prayer before we started our true destinylife is a pass verificationup therethey want to know how we will cope, obviously this is not the financial success they are watchingno, that's how we live everydaywhat are our choices, do we lie, do we choose laughter, here we gothat's how it works, do not worry, everything is planned, after adolescencea period of buttonsone seeks a who will be sharing the same life for yearsthe years pass as if they were sent by mailwe do not know if it will be an answer,

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