when is it now
vendredi 8 février 2013
it would be nice not to hurt others, but how to stop when we took pleasure not to say hello, not to serve, advance alone without looking for other people who fall away, not pay attention to moan, I like to live as if I was alone in the street, I'm the last of the living and I wander from street to street without seeing people, are unknown bodies, lives lost, nothing tell them what the others are, they do not exist, they breathe, they dream, they walk, they talk to each other, but I do not mind it, I go alone without fear, without pleasure ideal just a passing moment on this earth, I do not know, I always walk the same paths that are never the same each and every time I look the same as always in the same place with my eyes that do not change orientation, I see life as I saw it for decades, I do not change, I still feel young, when I see that separates me éccart old, at least 30 years difference between me and the old I am very young, I do not know if it will last a long time, but since I think the age that I am, it's maybe 30 years old, I'm in line, I see life with lightness, with enthusiasm, I do not count the days, every hour is a beauty
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