one day I was in a garden, there were flowers, grass, and eyes, hair, body did nothing, we waited I do not know what, but it was early and I like to wait, so the hours passed, after a while the body stood we said goodbye, thank you, and it is gone, then there are some which are then well, others are what they are and finally because it must be said there is nothing else that matters, because it is before, it did not look like much, have to see how it's done cooking, it smells good ç'est but not time, then I say to myself, okay it takes, but should not exaggerate, I like the freedom, but after a while I go into my shell, I settle down comfortably, I do not talk to anyone, I do not want to be bothered, this is my balance, like a fish in water or a giraffe on earth one day maybe two, but after that is what we do, I fear, I go, I stay, what else, I try to understand, but how to resist the pressure, I am silent, I wave my arms to see if I can reach the ceiling but it is too high, then I look around me, there is a magazine on the table, I take it in my hands, it does not weigh very heavy, I fly titles on the cover and I was sitting on the table why read, what quans was read, I prefer to look at what is happening, others are very interesting, they are involved in different ways, they laugh, they are together, it changes every moment, it's funny but it bored me, I want to see something else, but I must resist, I can not go beyond the line, beyond this line is madness, so I prefer to annoy the right side of the line, one times