because before I was somewhere else , I do not not my account , I firmly ahead without wanting to see something in particular that I like is the neutral passage it nothing happens , there nothing to explain , everything goes nicely, but here it gets complicated , from all parts of impressions gaining ground once a day they come to engage me on an unknown path , I remain a little quiet , how do we know if it will work , I do not like running , what I like is to eat when I'm hungry , sleep when I sleep , it is worth something, I 'm not an expert but I think in my corner , it does not bother me , it's a habit , words , hours , passion contained in a dream, and for the rest I count on my fingers to ten, prayers, incredible images and terrain, much land it takes to grow their dreams, not a history of fresh fish at the bottom of the box to always go as far as possible, this is an acceptable position , I can not choose anything else because what we have, we have , and if we lose , things go wrong , we are no longer able to continue , it is the fault ah! com bounce , I know there are people who can always find a solution , and if I Faisai part of this group of anonymous people, I may be able to take a walk , just the time to find a solution , I know it exists, it is sufficient to find , I'll get to all the missed opportunities, rarely I meet nice legs , on the contrary it is heavy , weighing , feet hurt, but I still , I n ' have no choice , I got there , I can not turn around , as if the world revolved around him in a supreme folly , live before dying screams , cries cover wind, it also raining bombs , it overwrites the children, life happens, and now I dream of a quiet life, but I know he must shout something