in a confused past, I try to take an easy path which leads me nicely in childhood, but I do not know what keeps me forward, I spent a crazy time to get rid of daily problems, always someone passes into memory, that is, you know, he lived and died, like all humans, yes, but this one I knew was my father, every day means that people die, finally spoke only of suicide car bomb, all those who die in their beds are not entitled to the newscast, there's only the immediate family who look elsewhere for that you put your coat to leave it where fragile one hours time step loop for fear of getting lost in the immensity of swirling emotions of afternoons where nothing happens when things should happen, but life is forced to pass quietly when we sleep here, otherwise it may well kill his neighbor, they are not Christians these people, how to call them otherwise, that I did not bother me to watch the sea, I like to walk in the foam, it is my mind, no ugly thought comes parading before my eyes off, I am, the moment is close to the dream, am I still in life, that the expense of others, I want well disappear but others see me, then there is no alternative to continue to try to understand the meaning means what I mean