for when, how to have what is missing, a mixture of troubles and pleasures short, a particular test in the face of death, one would have thought but the reality surpasses dreams, it is certain that each day passes, a real adventure nothing else, morning, evening, hoping to sleep so that tomorrow is tomorrow, to a secret passion, an unstable equilibrium among the people who only think about what they will do next, before it's too late, he can only look at what happened, we can not do anything, we're going with ours feet, he is left in its box, fortunately life ends one day when we are born we only know nothing of life, we learn every day, this slight hope that runs out, this stock's departure does not reconstitute, it is necessary to be, it is a moral obligation, the belief in God imposes laugh more than cry, laugh politely when around us is the outburst of hatred, there is nothing else to do, I pray to do not ask, I pray pray when all goes well, a minute of prayer in the dark, hope comes to me, he asked me how it goes