humor while, the sun shines when the weather forecast indicated the end of hope summer, entry into a tumult of wind and cold, before there was enough of a frog to predict how long it was going to do, but it, that is, God is good weather, it is that humans see the sky, not deep-blue dish, is the star for the night when anxiety rises watching the great bear that is larger than the little bear, the day goes on, the light rose upwards and then down below, nice program, that's what makes me laugh, life goes up and down like a clown, you type in hands, but it's slow hours passed, nothing happens to take place, we must take the bar to not fall so much misery acceptable, no party, fortunately, I do not believe in celebrations that are superficial made for mixing body lack of drive, the pleasure felt c'es up from deep within me, an airy lightness, while the body is heavy, ready to sink into depression, his eyes sees softness time, yet easy, it's good to be, and then everything stops, I fall into the obsession to have, because I did not, but then not at all, to absolute zero, freezing up, frozen in doubt, I am a man, or something that likes to have close but not too ready,