if time was short what would I do quickly, it is not easy to say we could have been otherwise, it is hard enough as it done with what we are, constantly balancing the pros and cons, like a rabbit gnawing his teeth constantly, the human thinking all the time as if he feared that his brain does grow in height, but there is no risk, thoughts are usually ridiculously insignificant we often think only of what we will eat and the times of trains, the stepfather who is dying, then I'll stop, this is deep thinking, what does the word death means, isnot the same as pleasure, death is the passage that we should wait with joy but our modern society has rejected the further and unfortunately it happens when you cry for joy because the living are around the grave, when it rains, they open their umbrellas, what a pleasure to press the small button that activates the opening of the umbrella, it's a small gesture but the day of the funeral, all these actions are of immense importance, indeed the human body is a complex machine, the brain sends commands to the members, we can try, I want to move my toes, though, death is the end of small gestures, the body is stationary, if the move is seen as the wind lifts his tie, otherwise no more breath, no more words to say shit, that's the funniest, often life serves only to berate others, and then you die all that holds the individual is nothing, a void, because all she could say of evil disappears, one keeps in mind that a body that will never again ring at the door