He was not happy with him but he felt he had time to do better, months pass, no change, the night the day, nothing disturbs the passages, it should be he said, so to speak, but he does nothing, do not bother to ask how it happens, it can not understand why it is like that, it does not bother anyone, no joy , he prefers to sleep like others, like this is better then he can go for a while but it never lasts more than an hour, he does not have a problem, nobody comes to see him he is all alone, no envy, just a normal with no flat spots or bump, it's flat all the way from one moment to another, no change, equilibrium is maintained by habit, that's how it goes her days waiting for the night that puts him in an unconscious state, he likes to sleep and never thought he was alone without words, every moment follows another in silence, the silence without weight in a heavy body nothing comes, it must be time to descend, the bin is full, he likes to do things twice a week, then it goes up, it is happy for him, what happens now, wait until an idea comes to him from , he can move when he chooses