when is it now

samedi 3 novembre 2012

a story that begins without beginning, but before proceeding we must turn on the light to illuminate the dark corners that might want to be too close to the risk, life is full of disturbing silence that happens it, that is what I do, it comes from the stomach distress that twists the intestines, but it is not quite ready yet, we still have to get all the equipment, hoping it does not rain, I crossed fingers, a kind event, I was alone in wanting to do something, and then I realized that I should not continue in that direction, with the time we know what we're doing, so I do not take not as whites, I remain liquid to be poured into the sink and reach the sewers, in this place I feel a little more real, but it does not last, I'll quickly into the sea, a huge space I'm just a tiny point, where a comma, it depends on the outside temperature, a large heat melts me believing they go further, but in the desert it is hot during the day and cold at night, I never know if it's day or night, I am well, and then suddenly, without warning, he tells me that it will not, I wonder why he does not respond, I have fend, I'm cold, while the sun is shining, I do not understand it I'll have to try something else, that's life, we try, we are mistaken, we try something else and then becomes old, it's over, there's no second chance, it goes fast, no time to turn it faces now, there is one certainty, love goes laughing, I am in the light, even if everything is fine on the sides is black, I believe in me, it is enough to be happy, so what if I'm the only one, life is a mess

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