despair of life is a losing battle, hope victor plant its flag on the white mountain of regret, there is no reason, emotion passes quickly, I am left alone to listen to the sea, I need the will, I must resist the impulse wave of my heart, where my strength is, where's my phone, is it in the left pocket or the right, I can never remember, or I forgotten at home, how to accept this modernity that wants us to be available all the time, happy days of my youth where you could lose without worry anyone today can not spend more than 4 hours lost somewhere must be accountable before it happens I have wanted to try again but time is more tragic rejection is happy, yay, school is out, we have fun, we laugh we eat breaded fish and rice, the day passes in the soft, pretty month of May, this is my childhood, I May that repeats for years, when it rains it wets the hair, laugh it is light, and then comes the night of my 40 years, so long ago that I love, it is a pleasure to adult life is not like that of childhood, but when we including the price of gasoline rose without the government lowers taxes, we know that life is just there and it's been a long time it started, days, joys, tears, tomorrow, yesterday the passion, death, the look that kills, season, me, you, she, we, you, them, and finally the long awaited moment, the dream of tomorrow announcing the lucky once, twice, three Sometimes I repeat myself better believe I'm in a position to gain height, exercise appalling as the pressure increases as I move away from the shore, a feeling unknown, I must be ready, otherwise I not be able to accept losing everything I know, a moment, a passing dream, a window opens, fresh air that enters to warn me that the weather changes, it is expected to it