with uncertainty to say yes, I prefer to say no until thinking what can happen must happen, it's not a question but do hear about the moon when it flooded the atmosphere heard in bizarre style I'm here for you but please do not look like the fallen angel, he fell but could seduce, while you, who are you, you speak, but otherwise what you look like a bird on a branch, a parrot which always says the same thing, not a dirt on the sidewalk, when rain sweeps everything, we must find another shelter, but awareness is still beautiful, is the irony of humans, he beautiful move in the shit, he still thinks the pink felt, but he forgets that the spines are going to wake up at night, post shame you were not in the goodness, you were sufficient human shit unable to breathe the air easily not understood, a franchise that goes smoothly, a joyful life to the beautiful evening together, laughing, nothing hidden, everything is open in the splendor of real friendship, not ease, human interest seeking human , especially when it is small, it is not the general interest, it reduces everything to one, especially not to think of others, they could take my place