without known birth is impossible, we must live to know that happiness comes in small quantities, the turning of a thought, I'm happy, it does not last but it allows you to cope when anxiety about the terrace light to move, no, we must remain in the meantime, if you forget it is, nothing exists, is screwed on, the body still breathing, then a step to the other humans continues to without believing in advance, but the weight of habit is monstrous, it crushes the dreams in its wake, the god who says we did yesterday, we'll do it tomorrow, without knowing why, but n is not lost, not just the lost, just before taking the train, a new destination, the train is more routine, the process of life, prior to the unknown, Where am I going, I can not see the rails towards the first corner, then on file in the west, towards the mother who gives birth, the vast liquid swallows boats and tourists in the Maldives, water furious that humans can not be a drop that would be the sea without the drops, which make billions a mass, but man, he is alone he can not do with other body, not the same milieu, they feel bad, man has a mother, sharing not possible as the drops that make the Mediterranean Sea, which are the Pacific Ocean, a single mother for billions of drops, then I am alone count the drops that fall from the sky, one father for all these drops, the sea and sky come together to make holiday and the storm