in the certainty of thought there is a hole of millions of years old, that feeds on human hope that all our predecessors, each in turn wanted to happiness until they are dead and the living is he shared between consciousness and realism on the one hand everything is easy while the other is dead, kindness is not in the human desire, they can not do otherwise, the body's energy grows act, one is no different rabbits that spend their time biting teeth, all the time people want something better, they can not be satisfied with what they have is fashion, what does the is over, let's change everything, let's move on,live fast, forget what we were, it is so sad to continue living as before, but all that grows inexorably as a result that is not funny, the party is over, the lights go out, dust covers furniture, we had fun, now gone, forever starts to no longer stop, that is new to humans, must be some to complain, eternal peace, this is a program that I like,