it was right next to the pleasure, how boring, I can not believe, how do I have to go so far in anything, but at the time I thought to do well, and then one day I seen how giddy I, it's me, I do not understand the pleasure was right, I did not see it, and now it's too late, I do not feel like I got to the tired of being, it is not bad, I let worn like a walnut shell on the sea, sometimes the storm in my brain makes me upset, but it does not last long, I'm back in the saddle and forward stagnation, once, twice, nothing, everything, damn thin, and there I go, I'm lost, nothing goes as planned, I wanted to be what I could be and I I realize that I'm still the same, seeking I know not what to be balanced against the uncertainty of life I oppose the certainty of belief intimate and personal, I'm sure exist on life wonderfully brutal and indiscriminate, a way of being in balance, I go on my legs as if I were on wheels that do not roll, I did not fall, and I do not advance, but I fell not, it is the balance still, I do not mind, my mind goes far enough, when he returns he tells me everything he saw, pretty girls, streets, stores, the electric atmosphere, lack of love, patience with me, behind me thousands of dead days, I was there but it does not matter, the disappearance is, it does not move, it's cooked, c is ready to be served now or never