in blood is a desire to run, he can not retreat, it has always been to advance the good news, life, life, life, days, days, days, years decades, death, neither for nor against, not of opinion, no death, life immediately, without thinking, go through here, the path before me, I am walking, I'm too old to run, I know it enough to move quickly to reach the port, the pig comes to us, he treats us all no, yes I am, yes I will, yes I can go anywhere, down, up, my freedom is total, but I see hope, she says, she is far away, I can reach it, take me there lives to finally know why I was born, there is a reason, but so many lies, everyone has his reasons which are not mine, I am able to exist for a moment, now I can, tomorrow is another unknown land, the night separates me from this paradise that feels good the poop in the morning, brown before starting the yellow sun and the gray sidewalk, walk without thinking, it's hard, I always think of something that escapes me, I have the same back at home, another lie, I can not tell the truth, but what truth does it apologize for not being one that could ultimately be the average of the regulars of the circumstance, beyond the fact that I am not at all agree with those who claim to receive without taking the door right out