something new, it does not look like anything, life is nothing, if we consider the time that i lose in the morning, afternoon, evening just to say it is too late, but why want to waste time, we may very well live happy, but happiness only lasts a time, we must bounce back to the last hole, is it a woman that you speak, no vulgar, I mean simply that life is a tomb waiting to take his service, but man refuses this idea, the day starts to win, the times are full, but what about the emptiness all around, it does not see it until the day everything collapses, the belief in the money that buys it does not explain the depression, lack of hope can not buy, people can love, but he often chooses to hate to mark its territory, as an animal that needs to check which is the dominant, human can be so stupid, the beauty of being is to go everywhere and with everyone in the happiness of being together, no land to defend, uncertain events, life in the package, in disorder, everything, nothing, just something, everything goes, but it remains essentially explains everything the love, time is run, it will ,