if I understood it, but something prevents me from going any further, I do laps around the ability to understand, but whenever I approach it goes away, so I come back to start but it does not start from the beginning, in fact I now have to settle somewhere where I can see the sea up and down, this is the most beautiful sight I put on the same level that a slice of roast beef, the taste that comes from the first men there millions of years ago when they discovered by chance that we could cook the meat in a fire, what's new, what pleasure, what perfume, then before it was shredded raw meat, now good meat melts in your mouth, though in the sea rather eat fish, so I do not know yet what I'll do, will not be achieved that in August, the month of real holiday months of this crashing heat, which results in September, the days shorten, the holidaymakers go back in mass, there is no one left, but soon will come the old enjoy warm days of Indian summer, the cycle of life, what it was and was once one becomes what one is This is wonderful, I did not realize, it came without wanting to, without being a kick in a brick, it hurts, so I missed wondering what there avaitdans this plastic lying on the sidewalk, but I quickly thought of something else, an almost naked woman told me something I did not understand, she took my hand and placed it on his chest, and then I passed by a bakery that smelled fresh bread and croissants, but it's been that I do not stop over in bakeries, I no longer hunger for fat, the fat that comforts, but I no longer need to reassure me, I live quietly without problems