the morning is not the evening, hope that goes out, light that gets heavier, you wake up unconscious, slowly back the way it stopped the day before, we do not realize that it is completely new, between then and now there is an ocean, we can not swim across, the arms are not long enough, it would take a plane, but it's not easy to drive in reverse back in time does is not, it is argued in front of you, that's how we became what we are, a project that passes by, an unanswered question, an attempt to stay in the happiness, the higher you go the more you feel the wind becomes violent, we must cling to not start all over again, sometimes people can protect themselves in a cave, fortunately there is no eagle nests there, but we can not not stay too long, we need light and air from the outside, we take the climb, step by step we reach 17 years together, years of happiness will they become nothing, every day is possible, there are openings that lead nowhere, but I'm not down right away, then I do not know yet what I will do, it depends on the circumstances and the envy, the others have bodies and I have mine,