one day something happens, but before we can still try to pass, but where, right or we stay in one place you think of something that does not move, one step shy, the first, limited awareness, agreement perfect, but fall clearly in front still, no limits, an idea after another, rarely was seen as a willingness to remove an obstacle, it is too late to realize the extent of productive exchanges is amazing what we have to throw to keep only the soft part, that we can begin to stifle the desire to become finally ascertainable, a meaning that is perfect, a revelation of truth, but I advance without me guard against what might happen, I doubt enough not to notice the existence of grace that allows me in difficult cases to bounce off the charnel chart, but after I got back what I was trying to make ends meet, a transaction which has two parts flying in the wind, it's dark and the moon disappears behind a gray cloud, a strange feeling seized me, should I stay or leave, but now I fall asleep, we must remain motionless, beware the night goes on, soon I will wake out of sleep, I start where I left off but at the same time it's fine, I'm happy, j 'plans to spend a good day, but why must we go through it, there is no direct path, a hairpin turn, accepted a descent, an altitude restaurant, through the clouds, nothing comes, we must begin, sorry, I try to concentrate, it must, I must, I know, elsewhere, where it is there, I trust, I am forced, I do not know future, it takes me by the hand, come on, you'll see, but I see nothing that interests me the folly of man, aged in extinguishing it, nothing moves him, it's always the same thing, then we'll go for a walk along the sea, is a practical matter, indeed it seems essential to match the tempo of spatiotemporal most intimate interiority, then we can cook noodles, this is not contradictory, when I think I know I'll still be wrong output but it does not matter because I can very well meet someone without melting like snow in the sun, that should satisfy my desire to stay young at least until tomorrow