if it is so then I give up to do it on purpose, in fact everything looks the same and it looks like somewhere while is an appropriate time, we tell stories, everything goes well for so many years, I see not the beginning, I do not see the end, all is still, nothing moves, however i must move forward, but choose what direction I sit, I think, tomorrow, now, towards, on, for, believe, walk, one day, two, three, thousand, ten thousand, and then the unknown the beauty the end of a cycle, this is how you get older stacking the years, nothing happens shortly he should look for something else in a moment it is hard to leave, then I start what I think the most important thing in my life, take a moment to look before me, to live the day and sleep at night, waiting for the right moment, see that all goes well, and then he dies, life is short, we shake ourselves in the time to do a few years where it happens all you can do with a brain, two arms and two legs, the human feels strong, he despises love, he thinks only to crush others, love is the purest water, it sinks to the middle of paradise, it's beautiful, it's intense, but humans can not taste it, he sees from afar, a lifetime is not enough to know the mystery of love, then I know that I am on earth to spend some time, I also go one day