in a set of points I see an obvious solution, I draw a line from the heart and I launched into a mad scramble to catch up one day, one night, everything is fine, but I know one day ,one hour, it's not going to go over, so I try to convince me that we must make the most, Iam fit and that I must be happy, but I do what I can, I can not mean to, it comes from nowhere, it does not control like we order a pizza, it mysteriously starts every morning I get up, half unconscious, little by little it comes back in my head I am what I 'was yesterday, but not quite, something has changed, yesterday was Wednesday, today is Thursday, the wind drove the rain, the sky is blue, how long, I do not care I am where I am, that's enough to make me happy, be there, sitting in my chair thinking about the freedom to be, I'm free for forty four years, would I ever be a prisoner of my body, it is the uncertainty of life, we can not anticipate what will happen, live the present moment, even if he does not answer questions