aging of some forty years, it does not exist yet when I see today grew up with a blow of 43 years, so, without doing anything special, an accumulation of days or shorter, they are longer in summer than in winter apart from that I do not know what else to say, life is neutral, it would put the color is gray but often, relationships are flat, it looks a little bit of blue sky, the trees are brown, as I drew as a kid, now I know that the human is a slurry inside and he often goes out of porridge made ​​of selfishness, fear, misunderstanding, misery, silly stories, but I still want to continue, just because what comes next may be different from before,