one day it was true

one day it was true that it is in a precise sense that everything I want in a chair or in a brick wall , what more natural than to take his foot in search of fun, but when it can then I say it is even more than what I thought , because everything is easy, but outside a certain limit I can do to the contrary, it is obvious, what is proposed is a time as it is but to the same month of luck when everything is paid for the agreed sum , everything is perfect , it does not change what is not old who reasons in the night, where he will , that can he do one thing rather than put the lamp in the bag, because once all is said , there is more to go, when everything is ready is that this time is in the upper exit , towards evening everything is over , there is more energy, because the day we battled for position operates in a higher place , in this moment of not suddenly rhythm without sea , but just a cat passing , a pitched roof , screaming woman being murdered , but what else is an empty house , there 's nobody more than words , more surprise is nothing is soon to sell, the time has passed, it will not come back , it is a discovery of the concept of means which tapers to finish as thin as a sheet of paper, when you're dead is as evidence of life, in everything and for everything in silence forever, it will not come to tell us your stories stop , because time is no longer young , there is more to wait if it comes a day is that I bend to the new case, a regulator proposes me to live each day by limiting fat roots that clog my arteries , I am optimistic as I think I should live as long as possible in good conditions, I therefore sent me messages of hope to be sure to match my expectations, when everything works is that I started to take control of my life so that everything is in a good position