yesterday was great as a fleeting memory, a flash like a rocket splendid nesquick, milk chocolate wool blankets, a Saturday morning outside passions, a timid young boy with no idea of ​​tomorrow, now everything all right subsequently, it is urgent to live now, but now I am old, I'm slow, but sometimes I'm fast, it changes, it does not, it should happen, but how do you know it's like that or otherwise I'm here, I'm waiting, I'm not sure, as see what does not exist, it continues, I know who I am, I am well, but I know that everything could go wrong, a suddenly, a tragic day, everything collapses, it's funny, I'm having all these people who think only of themselves, their lives, their concerns, they do not look at others, it does not interest not exchange, the meeting is risky, everything happens in its own time, no rush, go at your own pace even if it does not agree, she told me to stop, it can not continue because she loves me, it does not matter, it should go juque there, I do not pose a problem, I just need to be more precise, it takes time, so it is everywhere at the same time