doing the same thing again in the same place , believe it is the same , take a tour , see what there is to see , back on track , and always, always, always in the morning , always, always in the afternoon always , always, always , in the evening , still , still , still , one, minus one, minus two , less than ten thousand , and before gently out of the port, then this is the great deep sea, million cubic meters of empty , there is nothing in the water, on land when there are billions of human beings , happy stories of unfortunate events , sweet hours , seconds and despair in a meaning a hope that grows from time to time to do more than I am always the same, but I know that it does not depend on me , someone before he sees me cross the boundaries , go , go, again, always believe that it is possible to redo the calculations , where did I wrong , is it true , I check , I control it myself missing, I looked everywhere , I forgot what I miss , how back , I phoned a friend , I asked him the time and I hang up , the second pass, I expect it to pass , as everything goes , I go to something else, when it comes I start , as if I ' turned on the light when the night comes , but when it is noon we must admit that it works alone, because as a surfer at the top of the wave, hopefully before sinking into the foam, live life, top, bottom and kind of loving presence , to say that the choice is always the best, but for a moment I thought I could do more than before, it is a thought that has passed me quickly in the brain, I remember , I turn in all directions , it's starting to annoy me , I hunt , I return to what I 'm doing now is a chance , why not try it does not always take the same direction , so what I'm looking elsewhere , comments rather than later , as soon as I go , whether I am alone , the question is also , what counts is the slope , it is slippery, it is heavy, I learned later , for now I 'm starting