the last time I went to the same place I came back and told me that it was not the last time because I am convinced that the time is still possible in the range of possibilities of day care and other acceptable solutions in the wonderful idea of realizing what we can give to others, it is not every day that you advance to this point, this point very far, very close, so far it, but at the same time I touch it with my fingers, this is a recording error, but eventually it suits me, all of a sudden you are transported into another world, it gives me the idea to start trying to catch me, I forget that I do and then I found the saying, it is good, and the day passes, it was good, it did not last very long, but I am content, it still advance gradually advance in this dark reality, where is the light, where the clear objective, I see a way I go, it feels cauliflower soup, I continue without stop me, I do not care what I look for is a special time, a knowledge of me, something I fit, it is not that I seek, I find things, it makes me feel good, all for it, but when you get older you find it normal, nothing comes alone, it takes a lot to begin to see the door, then you have to open even more to know that is behind, it begins there, years of research into the void, nothing is interesting, it must pass through stages of grief, you can not do it, we're stuck somewhere, it does not move