One day I thought to myself, this is it, this is done, and then immediately after, I have begun to try to understand what happened, it is never finished, it starts one day and it is never transmitted to the end, there is a connection error, it does not come to me, I do not need the device, the technique that counts if we want to get to the bottom of the oceans, we need cameras that do not water, you need people who can not breathe for several minutes, it is not given to everyone, I like to drink a glass of red wine for health of all those who are willing, then I dream like who drinks wine, but not too much, keep a clear mind, just enough wine to be disabled, everything is slow, slow gestures, as if we were in space, we do not stand up for fear of falling and overturn everything, it's good, it floats in time, it no longer, we know somewhere that it will not last, but it is well, it no longer, the soft underbelly, lack of ambition, stagnation in the bottom of the table, the meanderings of life, security of the couple, the family was lucky, lying for some moments uncertain that do not put at risk all, everything is coherent, it is a set that moves slowly, there is calm, serenity, measured want to put in opposition, it is very important for the hope of all days, all is well, it counts in a vacuum, it knows no breaking, for a moment, for life, forever, until the end of life, then we'll see how it is processed, that is what makes his life, is it, is it enough, we do not know we do not know the rules, so we try to do well, it is not always easy, but with the time it manages to survive