in anticipation of the happiness that stupid thoughts feel bad that the urine of senile gossip while they did not thirty years in the life he must fight against a deluge of abuse that go sterile in the grassy stream of missed opportunities maquée sot of water full of stinking shit, man does not know his happiness to exist, it vomits on the other to have a little ray of sunshine to him when all others are in shade, the more time passes more sun grows when others sink into the darkness of a life without taste, punctuated by train canceled, colleagues gaping tiring of neutrality, the night falls it is almost time to sleep so the body requires the oblivion of the world idiot, everything goes wrong but i still need to go stand in the night collecting pennies to feed the family, outside the family solitude, where the response of the immediate gratification without thinking sterile, the child forgets when he grows some truths child, it is not out of the hostel, the child forgets what he will never know more adult, why is it child then what's the point in the ancient civilizations, the child did not exist