in a second splash or not, I do not know, a question, an answer, I just try to go but something bother, I do not know what it is, it is mysterious, it stops somewhere, I thought life was simple, but I realize the account, there, there to see if it's worth it is not won, we still have to wait for it to come, and it will never come because in this position it nothing happens, that's how I found it necessary to set out to begin to see what happens, and it happens something strange, people walk in the street, where are they, what do they do, they walk looking at them in the dark about what is happening behind them, my eyes trying to pierce, to understand why me, why others, why the body, why the desire, why, why not, and then I spend a quiet moment, I sometimes stay with nothing in the head a joie de vivre that balance somewhere that balance in the right direction , single life, gentle, love rare, distant hatred by what is a story that ends badly, then in each body there is a misunderstanding, why live