and the first and the last, or while underway, that's life unfolding like a flat road to a place we know but we forget, it comes, it goes, once, twice the third one is sure not to do it again, I get up, I leave my skins childhood, he will remain a dead tree, something unique that builds over time, every moment is special , but in general follows a line, she sees herself in the past and disappears in the future, we are not sure of yourself, you do not know where you're going, it would be easier to know that in two days I will be there, but I do not know, it is open, everything is possible, have a blood clot in the brain, miss the train, take the first time in the morning, and when I can know what the word used, it want to say that I am old and I could remove all unnecessary words, all these impressions accessories that pollute the brain, every day I take my head unnecessary concern, since I started I removed hundreds, but there are still thousands, it's amazing what you can store if we are not careful we are caught in a deluge of information that do not mean anything, I have the choice of what counts as for me, it's personal conduct as a student gardener with vegetables, I'm sorting out what matters and what does not, then I rest, it's tiring, it is safe anything, so when I throw something is tearing paper, I cut in half, I must reseal and put in an envelope comforting, so I can take the road to the wonderful moment I could join both ends