a day is meant to live another day I hope I go well, hours, hours, hours, hours, chocolate, mustard, strange atmosphere, I was at the crossroads two streets, when I had to stop to admire the scene, cutting old people were in the middle of the street and did not care about passing cars around them, as if life was frozen for a moment, this life makes us grow old and be careful at all, it's crazy what becomes worried get older, no one wants to be fooled all the years behind us showed all the pitfalls to be avoided, they there are many bad people who lie, after a while you grow to recognize, but it can go wrong, why am I interested in life