that's why I fight, a desire to bring to bare arms the whole existence is a project worthy of the pharaohs who built the pyramids, set up a system that says before and after, inside and outside here and there, the yin and yang, knowing the obvious meaning of the place of the body in its environment, not to sign, will it move with my own perception of possibilities, it may from across I rarely balanced, je cherche midi to fourteen hours, never in the right place, it's been for weeks trying to look like what I am but I can not, I'm always next to the plate not far from here, but still it must feel like going there and back, only enthusiasts who take it for hiking, but I can not do otherwise, I'm stuck somewhere between my childhood and now, how do you know that I am today, available at 100 percent, reminds me later, I will perhaps be back in 2009, why get excited, I'm looking of balance, it takes time and resources, and advance only, isolated from the other by a tight layer stupid comments, it is practical at the same time it prevents the reactions of the simplest example, what do you do when you feel lost between two women I hang with that understands my silence, it is too easy to appreciate in words, it quickly fuse, nothing is true, you go from branch to branch to reach the starting point