I lead with a shot ahead if I had a door to close but around noon I go into another room , it can not be done immediately , wait for it to come , but by chance when I think it makes me feel good, then I continue to see what is around me in an attitude thinking, because I can not forget what I owe to luck, one step after the other, I try to capture which can do everything at once , to avoid having to turn around , but I also know it takes a tour of the bakery to reach the corner of the street, then I keep seeing a fat man out to a restaurant , I think it must be greasy food , I go elsewhere not seeking this type of food , I what I love does not exist , it is yet to come, one day , it should go here, but in the meantime I tend to nothing, it suits me because I 'm not ready yet, it takes time to do a little what is possible because it is strangely tempted by the impossible, then loses time , the years pass and you realize it's all easy, just drop, it falls to the ground and there is what is light, these weights are heavy , youth melted dark hours , lack of salt , artichoke cooking , and everything you do not know who may be in the same field , a little sense , words that fly , and I, who stays on the ground , looking for a way leaving without breaking that I leave , it is a source of problems, it is how it is done, but things change, must post before and after it is complicated , time is unique, starts at the beginning and end to end, you can always add more , but beware the loss of meaning that may occur without that I am able to remedy