sometimes you have to say something, but something bothers me, in fact, how to reconcile the possible and the real, I do mean anything, one day I saw an airplane fly, and on another occasion I 'I saw someone through the window, then I thought, what's the point of leaving, he must then come back, so I decided to continue to keep what seems most important, I want to remain in a particular circumstance, I mean in an objective reality, an object to take full hand to grasp, easy to watch, when going well, an acceptable solution for me, because it is I who decides this n is not easy, there are many facets, if you want all together, it takes time, days and days of reflection to finish the net, no burr, it is final, I will not go on, nor below, neither side is decided, it is not worth complaining about, once this is done, care must be taken to return, indeed, in life it just does not happen there are always specific times, it does not bother me, it is an effect that produces no sound, it moves into the night, and suddenly, through the middle of a cornfield, it is not cooked yet, so it is believed that he must swallow the news is always like that in life, there is no time to prepare everything happens suddenly, violently, without warning, that's what's funny, if we could know everything about the future, how boring it would be