when I was in school I always took the same path, I passed the bakery, the saleswoman had two large breasts, then I passed the butcher who sold large heads of calves, and then I arrivaix in paradi, my youth has passed without me noticing, so fast, so even if I remember times when I saw horrible as I was a child who was as bland ambition to see the breasts of the seller of the bakery, I do ever did, never had the situation in hand, me, small, shapeless and large, shaped, shining for a long time I thought this body, but I think to give up because life is whole body and subjected to constant emotions, I grew up and still convinced that the time had things well, I was expecting it to come, but how can we accept that the life is as it is, could we not move easily meet only friendly people, but the reality is dark, there is nothing in human relationships, that of self-hatred and hatred of others then rest for me I'll walk alone