I laugh, I can not stop laughing to keep from crying , all these idiots, these bitter , these little ones who think only of themselves , in the dark , in the arrogance , the loss of hope in the unknowing truth , one day we will know what is happening, it is not pretty, it's human , it's not going up, it stays at the dog poop that explode when it gets too hot we put a firecracker in, better not be next , but they are memories , I do not do it for a long time , I switched to something else, I try to save the love of drowning, stay above uncertainties, not to fall into the glaring injustice not to be heard , see what hurts , back on the road , to challenge myself , now I do, I do, I do , next to nothing , which 46 is because tomorrow I count to one hundred , one that runs in my veins , a way to take his head off when we lose, it 's hard to be soft , it takes finesse, this is not given to everyone , I laugh again and again , we must cry , it's too bad, we should slapping , it would think, but it's too late , it does not work anymore , it's over we talked too much , a chance that I'm not a complete idiot , otherwise I will not be able to analyze what I see, what I see in the hole of the door, behind it is the paradise of walk naked bodies and sometimes they kiss , it's pretty but it is pase because the human forget the essential , it should be exchanged without envy , that envy térrasse me that plagues me , that traps me in my human condition, sad to die , but that's a ray of sunshine warms my back, all of a sudden I am overcome a childhood sweetness, an old feeling that I continues without that I can give birth , it just gently tell me to be happy , what, how, I qu'entends , I am no longer a child , I do not the stories of elegant rats think , what I do I do as well as if I was in the middle of the street waving a white flag, I demand the immediate cessation of hostilities must reach an agreement