if I had the opportunity to please, but no, I must spend my time talking without saying anything, it's not easy, but at least it is quiet, I'm interested person and I well alone, it is not a consolation, I'm just trying to find the balance between pressure pushes me all the way down and hope that I saw the desire, as being truly happy is to do nothing and wait it out, so I'm unhappy but sometimes I'm happy, it allows me to continue to believe that anything is possible, even if I'm in the dark, I think someone will turn on the light, is a belief not based on anything serious, but that's how I see myself, very seriously and a lot of nothing, which is futile and there is not dark, it does not matter what Never mind, we can not count on him, that's why he is alone, all alone to reflect on what it is, where it goes, what he want, a story is going uneventful, a simple daily, ready to help, because it is short, then we move from day to say how to proceed, look at the sky, drinking beer, hear a child cry, I do not know if can go in depth,but this is where I live for centuries without having to show anything but a skeleton, the human is alive, he seeks the war is the ultimate pleasure, the more we argue the further away from the placidity of death, he at least does not say anything, humans are always saying anything in a daily hate, that's why I continue