a green day I can go to the other side, until I move into the red blood flows, heart pack, I breathe every second, what is more wonderful, and I know that all this is not a gift is a passage to a reality, a limited understanding, we must seek to know and you never know much, because the human is locked, it can not go up to the attic which is accessible only in dreams we do not understand because they are encoded, it is not in human language, they are a window after it is a vision of paradise, everything is upside down life is wonderful this is great, life is sad, we do not play in dreams anything is possible, everything is yellow, blue, green, it goes up and down and then wakes up in the night, it does not the same scenario, I do not know where I am, so I was in my dream, why am I out there I must go back, I get up, I go out of my room, I arrived in the kitchen, I open the fridge, I take a bottle of orange juice, I poured some into a glass and I looked up to see the time on the clock that hangs on the wall, it is 4:00 morning, wow! what am I doing here, what does that mean, I thought it was 10 hours, my internal clock does not work anymore, it starts to degrade, I'm getting old, for I thought I could escape the sad fate and stay young longer, but there is a time for everything