I know my tongue but circumstances were against me, the horrible doubt of guilt took me by the throat, but I could not get out of this embrace that imprisoned my heart to the bottom of my primary hope he does I just had to hope to sell my soul to a person interested in the human condition in the grip of fatal curse, yes I know I have sinned since the world began, all mistakes are mine, how to design paradise without accumulating any human suffering that street like rats on the most ignoble rot, piles of garbage produced not the dream of billions of people, they are responsible for the madness that results in loss of flavor cabbage The choice to love, freedom from suffering for others, the desire to remain indifferent, I'm in my corner, that does not bother me, others may well burst open mouth, they farm I am quiet, I preserve my balance which vibrates like a fly that shit is disturbing my meal, it's not yet time to go pee, I eat before thinking transit, brown c ' is for later, now it's the egg yolk, red beet, green bean in the colors of life, the fun in history is to admit that the problem is not to be but the sound, as if we could catch the feeling of unease when the oyster is not cooked to the point