the last time I kissed her I was young, now I do not care, my desire is elsewhere,  to remain quiet as long as possible, having a body which accepts that I am well in my head,then we'll see how I get older, it does not depend on me, there is a destiny, everything can change every day in the crowd, a story as old as the world, one day it will, anothersomething is wrong, you grow up in the body in thickness, it is not seen, everything iscounted every second, everything is recorded, but why, we do not remember what we didten days ago, so why provided the body there a place which grows with time in memory of everything we do, for what purpose, such information being transmitted elsewhere tocombine the experiences of all humans in a huge virtual library in the clouds, a globalmemory, billions of thoughts, actions, projects, desires, which will one day be used to rebuild a human, a new copy without the shortcomings of the current living is a projectlong in coming