in a few days it will be noon, as saying anything, it's nice when I'm in the shower but the water temperature did not match my expectations of home comfort, everything is gone today, common sense , friendship, kindness, we speak only of profitability, decisive action, but life is quite the contrary, nothing exists, or think they do, but not like yesterday, facing slaughter and then it rained, not much, just enough to tell me that I am not one who agrees to take the umbrella to open it, I can close it, it's a matter of temperament, I am in the action is lost in the vagaries of fortune, benevolent, I recognize myself in my simple habits to take the train, getting off the train at the same time as everyone else, to walk by lifting their heads but not so walk a dog turd, I trace my path by crossing eyes that speak volumes about anything, and other short and solid as a hammer, but it passes very quickly, a second and is already completed, I keep all these moments in my memory for the day when I'm stuck in a wheelchair, all these people that I met, I know better than themselves, but that's another story I tell when I 'm old, and why not next year, I'm already near retirement, I am too old to please, too bad I am in my corner from day, what, already Friday