one day two days three days four days five days six days, seven days a week, twenty, tomorrow, yes, no, well if that's how I want everything as if I could understand that time is a possibility of agreement on condition of slip in order not to frighten the master of seconds, it's a game useless anyway because you lose because of the hours that pass without being able to change the tempo, we are sure to crash the night in restless sleep, you lose all of a sudden contact with reality, everything we built is gone forever, we thought it all made sense but ultimately one can only breathe because the force lacks to speak, but mostly there was nothing more to say, words are parties to the extent of the disaster, it is a time of joy, he runs so fast you can plus the catch, each generation to feel that they can climb to the top, but soon he falls to the bottom in the solitude of his human condition with a dry body will not mean I love him, this is the story of all who were lucky enough to be born, for others there is nothing to say, maybe one day they will come on earth, but what for