I thought I had finished, but i need time to finish, we go through phases of rough finish, it requires corrections, we arrive there, then I say, well, that's how I want to be, an idea which I think is desirable, is it realistic, do I understand what happens to me, am I able to go through with the explanation, the simplicity of life is juxtaposed with a complexity of thoughts, thoughts burst forth in all directions, which should you choose that is the best but does not fall of the regime, it is an effort to believe him capable, it is considered normal as it is, no more, then to pass to the uncertain is a step, another step is the history of humanity, if I advance too far, it does not work, but if I were not moving, it does not work Nor, as we can not resolve, we can not expect a specific location, you must try, it takes time, I should have, but ultimately I'm good, it's simple and it's complicated at the same time, impossible not to breathe oxygen while it burns my lungs