a little more, just a little, then I go, it's always like that one must always ask a little more in love, in work, in life, in relationships, one is never satisfied, it takes a little more, as if one had the right to exploit the other, because we must see that this is not done without a second thought, when one considers the dangers of so-called excuse the butter, ho, ho, it pinches the ass, but beware of imitations, it is believed that this is true, but inside everything is done, the organs are rotting, the energy goes, it remains that a wiry speaking some unknown language, is it that babies who do not yet speak in words at the end of life we close the loop, back there in the beginning, as babies in strollers are old people are in wheelchairs, like babies wear diapers, old as well, it smells like poop, pee, there  are other people who wash for babies, the parents, but for the old, are the aides from the hospital, then the first or last day, and so when we are babies we were at the end of his life, in short, a life that lasts a long time for anyone who live her, but very little time in the human history, each generation passes, saying it will do better than the previous one, but if we remove the technical progress, there is no change in relationships, we seek each other for millennia, then I love is all