Life brings the tea, it's time to feed before bringing the good news to those entitled to remain silent because the concierge was able to withdraw without buy his silence, we all have a rule we don’t deal with, inflexible connected to the main, too bad for morale, it had to go back in time to dry since the spring, the birds are nesting party elsewhere, leaving the place empty and hunters sad nothing to eat, they will have to tighten their belts of grease, soup every day to find a body of twenty years, but not the brain that remains frozen in the present with the past that override it, how then return to common sense, anyone who misses it is so quiet that we could walk over, see the essential, ha yes, I have an interest but give me the biggest part that I'll give you back in ten years, I can sign a paper if you want, a recognition in minefield, but how to anticipate the future, every day is shut down at night as if we could eliminate the possibility to breathe the air of not knowing what will follow