in the certainty of love, we must fight, the human does nothing, it is only in the movement, love it stable, he expectsit happens, humans will one day may the chance to stop moving without stopping, as do, that's thousands of yearsthat human progress in the wrong direction, what he made ​​of his intelligence, war, weapons of mass destruction,murder, treachery, each generation has its share of bastards, and some people of good faith, it would seem thatthe balance, some praying for the rest of the large humanity, a prayer would be enough to move mountains while the human takes years to dig a tunnel, but just then in the evening, I'll finally be able to rest, this day was tiring, Istruggled to stay on track there are so many bad ways which bring anywhere, track is wonderful, it promiseshappiness, it bursts with joy, his presence is very happy, to humans is a challenge in the high sky, we can