it depends only on me, the stars have their problems, it still runs well, no need to up the machine, while the world moves at the same time, except those who sleep when you're eating, the time difference forces, within six hours, it changes your life, but apart from that, nothing else, humans like you and me, or rather like them, for me it's me, I pretend to be the only one to be me, nobody d the other can embody as much accuracy this character insipid and laborious advancing slowly in the simplification of thought, do not bother to think, it is useless, we must begin that eventually, without asking what it is, it There is nothing that really serves, if ever there was a recipe for happiness, then there is the revolution, everyone is happy about the whole world, misery disappears, violence too, because we know that they are unhappy people who want to crush people unhappy, unhappiness is great, it continues to grow as the progress promised not to be like before, how it is after a phone and a flat screen, no more happiness before, the centuries pass and the human is always ready to betray for money, no evolution, love is possible but rarely at the center of relations, we prefer to wait until it passes rather than s' engage in a fierce struggle to leave someone on the edge of hope