life is a struggle

life is a struggle with flowers , which is the sweetest is to accept love as it can know how far we'll live with it , it's been 20 years , I wonder now if day it will be 40 years , it is a question that has no answer, in life we ​​do not really meet people who are willing to live with me for the moment there is only one, then I spend time to tell me that happiness does exist , provided they remove anything that gene, sex drive, exceptional measures , frustrated ardor , and any light that allows me to see at night because here c ' now , there is no other reason , everything is well put, it is a chance that transforms into grace, because the more time passes the more one is short , which was long finished, must get a small impression , one that grows without having to go through the gap, here is a wheat field , so that everything is in a considerable time , so that I am able to understand the mystery , if one day I know what it is then I will do anything to be a little but right now it's going , so if you are in the yes, it's that everything is as well as in good, for good and also in a good time, the body rests after so many struggles , we must do what is done is no longer in a versatile universe but in a quick moment , I do what is easiest , because I am not able to build a boat