life is simple, it starts crying, it ends with a rattle, it is not the same between the two, there is a life, a career, ambition, days for feeding and days where nothing happens, it is cleared that he is, I do not know, should I wake up, why am I off, what's going on in my body, I feel nothing and yet I do not advance, I do not do anything, I have no hope, what to do, this is a question where the answer is, in medicine, in religion, in work, in relationships, in dreams, is that I'm in a good evolution, am I willing to invest, if I believe in my ideal, but from time to time I wonder what's the point, time passes anyway, what's the point I'm trying to do something, I'll grow old, little by little, before the dreams will turn slowly, gently and one day I say c is finished, the is no hope, my life is behind me, then, I woke up, I jumped over the gloom, I go to my fate, I believe, I am sure, it's great, I was born one day, and now I'm in a sphere from the point