before leaving I have to concentrate to know which way to go, I'll go left or right, I can go straight to the risk of falling on the rails leading to Havre, it is a journey that leads to the edge sea ​​wave pushes another child I am an adult, I am alive and I am dead, a vague impression to exist, I believe I am the only one, but that's counts, the others do not exist, it is a formless mass without identity, such as counting on them, their interests, their passions know how, as I know mine, an effort to void the moment of life where it hovers between two states, as if you could not think anything but the work is to grow strongly as if you gave birth to a project, this time is strong, it smells of chocolate childhood dream when one of a pedal car, but now I crush the potatoes, it changes class, but it is not the purpose of my work, because I am ready to sell my soul to be sure to make a grand tour this passage in the form of a crescent moon to reach the sun and burn my wings, because you can make fun of Icarus who is too close to the heat and enjoyed the fall into the sea, it is inevitable the human, he fancies himself a god and ends in the grave, he lived yesterday, today he is dead, he thought someone and there is no one, who cares when it frightened, it is an empty body rots, ah, the human belief that grows in the wrong direction, not up where you're going to burn the brain down, it's a little wet, just what is necessary, and it continues for years, decades, then we must think, right or left