it only takes a day to be born, that means that life happens in days, every day count, from first to last, young, old, regardless of age of his arteries, each moment can deviate in lightness of breath, more support may allow air trapped in the wrath of escape to reach the open sea, a sudden everything becomes clear, smiling eyes, the teeth appear, the problem disappears, the Joy joined the group, is left for last, but it happens all too often the minds are blocked in areas of hardness, the other appears as an enemy to be slaughtered, dead time, we must await the opening, it can take years and even the death of someone, then we breathe, we must wait for death to open the hope, then it's true for everyone, life is so boring Nothing happens until the last day we wait god knows what, today is that it happens tomorrow is open free to the second that passes is the possibility of exclusion, fear, joy, it makes sorting and it goes to the fund, I take joy, boredom attention comes after, we can not live happy,