it is not easy to understand at once that understanding is far from what we may think, because if one is able to believe how that is a reason to go with anyway willingness to return, it does not come every day, that's why I wait but it does not bother me because I am what they call a bird hovering seeking only the wind that carries me, then if I go down to see it more closely what I do not see the top, but that tomorrow will once again allow me to continue, it is a story that eventually but for now I see no disadvantage to be what I am, hope among others, a clear goal that requires a dose of realism in the midst of growing uncertainties, as I get older I tend to dig an idea, not as a hole they dug, it's just a realization that corn grows like a beard, it reminds me that I can spend days without always having in mind that the price of bread is given to the best eater who accepts Finally, a dessert, this is an example of life that I am not, because I prefer to start what I can do