wait, wait, glimpse, see afar, walking, understand that the body is dead, but the spirit day with a candle over a chasm of anxiety, all of a sudden you turn, there not know where it comes, it comes, it's all we can say, because it is not a specialist if you want to do well, this is a great opportunity, I was sure, she came tell me that she left me, I knew that we could not see us, it was time passes and perhaps a violent sensation, something that moves before dying, and finally an agreement imperfect, but we not pass the ointment on the hands live is dirty and useless, except perhaps to find somewhere when it is better to abstain, because coming into the world we do not choose to be born, it happens on earth without knowing anything, it does not fear, we do not yet know all the anxieties that go through the grassy roads false, commitments that lead to nothing, it's sad Venice, but here this is Paris, Paris I love you walk on, I go from one street to another, nothing has changed for centuries, it's beautiful, it's useless, it is vain, it is beautiful walk in Paris, this is my greatest happiness, as I can walk in Paris I will be happy if one day I had to leave Paris or no longer able to walk, I'm unhappy, that's life before death