in this dance I think it goes fast, I do not take what it takes , I'm next to me on this earth but when I 'm so close I do not think about anything that is in the world finance people without but I cough because of the sea to the land as a gesture that remains in the blue but since the last time I try to take what is left in the yard, this small farm west from the last harvest reminds me of this woman I met on the bus, she was sitting and when I looked she turned her head, then I left and I walked in the fields , it's been that I'm in the cage, this time I take the foot in the carpet, and to an informed choice all night I have a dream in the world I went to see what happens , but I I realized that human beings are the same everywhere , anxious, loud-mouthed , weak love, and for this reason I make a word, it begins with a letter, end with a letter and in the middle there is a desert is beautiful but it's a bit long, you could not do that in a city with streets, shops, busy people , cake , pancakes, and I walked aimlessly towards my death, but before starting I count my money , I need it to live, can not always be invited , I also want to buy a chocolate ice cream , I like brown, it's true, it's a little each side is an old theme , speech acts , croissants butter, bread to feel good , effective ways , for what I know , yet another another , it is not enough for that and for another thing, in fact in the belief and still leads images ripe red crashing into the hands to live because it takes patience , neutral days lucky cabinets full of towels in each hand and short fingers , so beautiful is what it is , is true everywhere , so do not worry , this is a slice you can eat , dry places , raisins , insects , what it is, of unborn life , neighbors who are good, everything is tidy, there is nothing left on the table , everything is ready to start the evening because in life we repeat every day to play the big night, the last night , the last hope, but all is lost because every breath since birth is lost forever , it does not matter what you lose , you still have to see what can be done, a small window on the field, a green uniform for the garden of the dead, and yet this off passion that glows dimly , what else , I'm a man that's for sure , it's like that, yes a little at a time , but everything is in the right , by chance , to this end that I see in the distance