what is good in life is to have fun, everyday life is so sad, we do not play every day, it is not organized for it, then we must do his thing in his corner, I laugh alone when a leaf falls from a tree, I look down and I'm tired or so when I pass when a person is trying to start his bike, I'm sick thinking that not going to happen, it's fun to see others walking in the street, where are they, what do they do, I try to imagine the jewel thieves, or insurance for old people, or for plumbers rich people or experts innerspring mattress is seeing their body, mind, of course, but also how to stand, straight or curved, then I pass them in an attitude of sinful launching his nets to catch fish, sometimes I take one or two, but more often I am lost in my thoughts as I try to drive to make room for the vacuum, the unknown that emerges, face to overview a street corner, life passes, drink wine, it fills the stomach, meat, vegetables, cheese, all of it ends up shit, this is the cycle of life, everything changes and not much is created, when it is created it would mean that there is something that changes, but it can not be seen immediately, wait a few years to realize that something has changed, and there is the shock, how, why, where, when, it is a great emotion, except for the artist who has long since realized that what he was proposing did not interest anyone, so when all of a sudden it works, it does not move, he raises an eyebrow on this company so futile