when it's over, it's too late to go back, it is still believed to have the time, but time does not warn when it stops, it remains an empty head, nothing happens, we don 'is more in the course, you breathe out of water, but soon we are obliged to return, then you get older, more experience to reach old age with stories in my head that no longer serve to nothing, what's the point of living when we are young we think to ourselves, when we are old we think to ourselves, we have between the two projects with others, it has the strength and desire to be together , it does not last long, when the body will not answer this, we retreat into oneself, one expects it to pass to the end, and one less on earth, but how many more, but it nothing, each generation passes by the same experience, no evolution, despite technological progress, which can proudly say, I'm open to others even when I suffer, even when it hurts, even when I am old, even when I'm desperate, humans do not change,