I count, I speak, I listen, I walk, and many other things, and yet I miss something, but I do not know what, but I feel that I am not complete as in a puzzle where the Mona Lisa is missing an eye, like her, I need others to know where I am, the sight of the bodies that provide informations on my situation, I am positioned to receive the malice, boredom, emptiness, we will see later, the urge pushes the cart of dreams, I'll go there one day, yet I am happy to believe that life is explained by the life, it can live well without asking too many questions, I live my life, then I go shopping, return to the inside, old air, I open the window to bring novelty, I will quickly wash my hands in the bathroom , then I hear the neighbors fight, it lasts a quarter of an hour, but now the sun disappears behind the mountains, I did not realize that the time had arrived in the evening, but I 'm not dancing, I am and sometimes I sit, otherwise I remain standing, it will happen it will happen, to live is a great story, i don't understand it and yet I can stand or sit