it is containing my madness I walk alone to avoid falling into the tear paper personal, which makes life into a few sheets of paper that says who I am, where I live, which is my wife, who is my daughter, if I lose, I'm nobody, what it is, modernity has worsened the situation for thousands of years there was no identity papers, it is often called due where we lived and the art that was Madame river, sir store, you could not read, it was the simple happiness today is complicated, you have to read, calculate, remember codes doors of the card, its phone numbers, you receive invoices to be understood, the brain is at full throttle, much more than before, when the day began with the sun and we were leaving the fields by  foot, the brain was slow gestures always the same, a simple vision, hay, women progress leads us to stress, this is not funny, you can not do anything, who decides what is happening is in the air, such as aircraft, always go faster, further, in less time possible, it is a trend, but we do not know what it is, except for hyper people fast, but for all others, a vast majority of normal people, what's the point of going fast is it better, it does not benefit more time that passes, we think already happen so fast , cut, sheared, chopping, nothing remains the pleasure of being in the present, always before or after, now, what I do,