it depends on me, a construction hard to stand, it goes in small pieces, at first I was not worried, it was not visible, a tiny piece of it windswept another time now shines like a saucepan hole, what is this bad play, it should not be much artifice, accuracy of tone, something real, a precarious situation, somewhere in the southwestern north west, a tendency to reflection, who am I, where am I, what misery I am able to go, will I suffer, I do not feel pain, when I feel like I'm wrong I take medication to get well, I love going well, when I see old looked to the ground, moving like snails, ready to fall at every step, I think I'll resist as much as I can to stay young, young restet it means to be in the head and be well in the body, legs, arms, everything works well, we do everything to keep it that way and if life is too strong I'll Belgium to die when I want, and life will stop, it will remain only ashes will fly to Russia, but it will not be my problem, I get to heaven, watching the humans in their moral misery, their lack of love, but when you live it is not very far, we see right before his eyes