He was not brave but life was not as easy as he thought when he took his courage in both hands, it was only two, he would have been four, it could have worked but with both hands, once again we must renounce any satisfaction which normally comes after a success, it is not so today we are still waiting for final check, but it seems that death stopped at the net effort of the person that knows far who have said hello one day, but years later he remains an eyebrow raising to say that as time has passed while fleeing even before we know where we are, where am I cried the poet nowhere replied someone, you do not know who lives elsewhere, I live here, there are only my thoughts that dance in the gravity migraines friendly, time flies when you have a headache, nothing disturbs the pain, draw a straight line that goes to sit and not move, the head turns, but the chair is fixed, it allows you to clear his mind and start to say anything as long as the others give the impression to understand is the law of the jungle, everyone thinks but nobody says anything for fear