there were all the choices in the west in a park in oysters but since I was a kid I do not I know, because I do not like from the opposite of my original intentions , it starts in the room I 'm in a chair, I look out the window, this is a slight moment, I remember years later when I completely lost my memory , everything is present in each part a little but for the most this is the day that decides , I 'm just riding the wave of the desert, when I was too much for that , I was lucky in each version , and when I saw that I could take a taxi I ran in the other direction to avoid doing always the same way , and one day I stopped , I started to count the steps , it does not take much time, but before I thought it was too long this was before I decided to go outbound in a new direction that can not understand that the time is slow, it has to be true , just by my actions at the lower level , when all of a sudden we had to do everything we had not done before, it was done quickly , because we used to do that, but when I look at what has been done I realize that it is always that fact, and then to a certain extent I am always worried when it starts , I tell myself that we can not do it and it's finally loosens and it rises to the top , then I'm happy and I go home