I live in a barrel, in the shadow of human fury, I cry but I do not see anything and I have no desire to go out and see what happens, I am waiting I do not know Otherwise, I do not know what will happen in my barrel I'm cool, summer is better than winter, but as everything is up and I do not worry, it's cold a few months, then it is hot, I'm used to it, the harder it is to get started, but not to continue, when the top is far can not get hooked, then we must resolve to be in the present, pay attention to detail which is really not interesting, the smallest sensation comes to the forefront, life passes