when is it now

lundi 3 septembre 2012

if I'd known I was going to see now that I know, I did not ask why he would always go further to meet someone else who lived, but this is not how I will answer the questions, I do not always go right, what interests me is to do like the others, it reassures me, I did not count the strokes, I seek only the time of intervene, it is a special time, people talk, you must understand that time passes, I listen breaths, and in the midst of a moment of distraction, I rise to restore order, he is totally unacceptable to continue without knowing where you're going, humans like to get lost in the satisfaction of the moment, but how to be consistent, it takes work, time, commitment to progress is what lack most adults when their studies are far behind them, how do you know where we are, there is more mark, or rather it remains one, money is the only way that is to say, while the shortage is huge, when you have the chance, it is better to say that it does not last, old age is to destroy everything, there is no one, no longer exists it is not in prison but it is not a number, a pile of flesh mixed with blood and nerve relationship, what was, what is not the important thing, the old alike, tired heads who do that yesterday, without body shapes, fatigue, irritations, be happy not to be old, this disease can not be cured, this fall irreversible, this loss of identity, a life to get there, what a disappointment when we are born, this is happiness, everything is new, the body is happy, then why babies cry, they do not yet know they live as nine lives, long after when they realize they are born to live, it will be too late, life happens so fast you do not have time to live, moments alternate with moments, then we paused to forty years, what is life, the days up and down, spin the hours to tomorrow, a road, two paths, farther and farther, life grows, we find it like it is, years in hope, we live, we hope, we chose is the freedom we do what we want, a moment among others, I think, I breathe, I'm here, waiting for it to end, one day, an hour, a choice, a cross coming into the world, silence, patience, grandeur, the first cry, the faces around the child, wonder, He does not speak yet, it is beautiful, in fifteen years it will not be the same, it must exist, fight, take his place, it does not happen easily, we do not know exactly what his place, he must shout, years of training, out of childhood, joy, night fears, tomorrow, after tomorrow, as soon as we can walk, we can write as soon as soon as we can think, everything is quickly to stop it must think, because you have to take a step back to go all the way down, a flexibility that is acquired over time, days of attempts to believe that it is possible to arrive a day the feeling that the passage is open, I hurry, I do not have time, I must be ready, but how to go without knowing where you're going, because I know if I have to choose this or that, or this, or this, or eight, nine, eleven, twenty, forty thousand, it depends on the time of peak hours and then half empty, you can not do anything, it is that goes down without knowing why , we get older every day, this is the only certainty, but before finishing, I would like to say that I am happy to spend time with me, it is not so common to be able to find where it is in moment, then

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