there was once a funny story I forgot, instead I just live lightly, nothing irritates me, I like everything, wait at the supermarket, out of my house, turn on the light, choose what to eat noon, I have fantasies that depart from the reality, believe me someone else, another that I was lucky, that is beautiful, intelligent, rich, able to seduce and drop quickly to another everything that does not fit me really, I'm a homebody, I like simple happiness, I do not own body, my body enough, I live happily for years, but enough for me from time to time I need to drop my bags and take a deep breath, a kind of pit stop, it takes half an hour and go in a ridiculous ritual is to look out the window to see if the curtain moved my neighbor, but he never moves, it is a continuous odd, because everything in life moves, it may be dead, but it's long it lasts, she lives alone, but still, someone died at home, it will be seen after a week or two, so what do I usually never do anything for others, it is my great pleasure to meet people without speaking to them I do not like talking to people, I find it too disturbing, that they want me, I do not know what to say that could get involved in a way that I would not have chosen, so I prefer to walk for hours in Paris, and put my mind at liberty, I digress, I daydream, I'm in a trance, I sometimes feel like flying, it does not last long, but what in life lasts, everything goes fast, hours, months, years, we live in a crazy whirlwind