in reality beautiful and radiant someone passes, it means nothing, it goes, that was it, it's too late, life goes by, we miss the times it happens too fast, too bad continue, patience, it is far along the way, it is a simple course, you do not ask, we just want it goes well, nothing to do, it must be, it changes over the life protects everyone by covering titles and glories, it does not last long, everything is easier, here is not breathing, is to say that the problem is the human breath that allows live but also burns the brain with a spoon they pick the captains of industry, generals, workers, unemployed, in the end there is nothing left of human ambitions, and it lasts at least since the Egyptian three thousand years of error of vision, it is now that it's happening, it's not in a hundred years, we live together now, all together in a human project, because humans can try to be together, it's in his brain, but it is right next to the life instincts, then obviously it does not work for the lifetime of the life instincts are too strong, they prevent much focus on the magical moment when we die we are facing you in silence, it's over the noise of life, one that passes Motot backfiring, a man who speaks loudly, a woman who laughs, it's over and we can concentrate on the main, there's nothing else to do, this is the main project that brought me hitherto, now at the peak of my life is gone, I feel like I n ''ve never been closer to me