it is a narrow passage, I do not run ever being afraid of falling into a hole, if I could understand that the time is a special place of no importance, because it is true that every moment is drowning in a glass water, it is always closer to what we are, no way out, you have to do with what was, the more time passes the more we accumulate ideas that circulate in the brain without any order, depending on when an idea comes first, why this one rather than another, it is not known, there is a great mystery in the human being, where does he go, why is he doing, how it does this is the only answer to life, it's like that thousands of years, nothing changes, the spirits are made in the same way since the first man, it was invented electricity but the fire is still in us whenever a pulse takes command, the truth burns, we try every day to extinguish the fire with a regular life, but once you pass into the madness of passion, everything falls apart miserably, he remains nothing balanced,