he was sure I should, but when I've realized it's like I always knew, a feeling, life goes by without really knowing what is happening, inside the body is an immense struggle to continue living, but from the outside it nothing happens, then we can always go outside, it rains a little, but not enough to give out, we walk gently all two, to a specific destination, that of memory when we're old, you remember that day when we walked, it was raining at the start a few drops, but we had so much urge to be together in the street that we said we would continue hoping it stops raining, I can not remember the sequence, so ha, we stopped at the cafe for a beer, it was me who saw the first, a table and two chairs, a place illuminated by the sun, we sat, we talked, people around us were talking, it lasted half an hour, a lifetime in minutes, the reduction in happiness the life that passes, we take a little, it was good