joy is at its height, exult because I live, how else could I say that I live, one must live long to know that life is a free gift, it pays nothing, you breathe each day passes and envy is more or less this is the urge to eat every day at least three times, it allows to operate the bodies but it also gives the soft underbelly, a problem of age when they exceeded quarantine, it crashed to the ground, we grow more, it widens because gravity pulled more on old than on young, when you have less than twenty years, life is light, after forty years Life is heavy, every day that passes close to the grave, I laugh because I do not care much for my last day, will it differ from the first day, I do not remember, will I Remember the last day, I do not think it's always the same, it is others who tell you the day you were born and what are the others who do not speak to you in your funeral, it rained at my birth, c 'was a Monday, my death is not yet scheduled, it will perhaps be a Tuesday or Sunday, I have no preference, it's how we want a good meal for very fat try to take five minutes in the life of pleasure, so what if it clogs the pipes, the time is wonderful, the body is in ecstasy, he is full of childish tastes, when we dip the bread in the sauce, forty years after you know it is bad but does it anyway because that's life