so how but this is not yet in the same situation , because as always it gets good when you can easily go to a love song , it's beautiful, it starts every day, but to this particular time it are only a few things, in a cornfield, birds fly , the human on earth , what counts one, two , no, what matters is the mysterious song in the middle stars, to the point, any advance in a red house , a downbeat, simple stories , in all this I look for something that comes first, I 'm always up for this incredible moment , words , people who leave , others tell their life, what is it , good and bad , criminal intentions, the worst , the best, and me in the middle of the dark reality that lights from time to time, blinding light , I do not understand , it goes fast , sausages chicken , what does that mean , I eat to live, you must, as desired, I look for something that pleases me , for now it comes by that is not what I wanted , I thought he had months to get up in the morning to see that it is still winter night , not worrying that I see it ' is to know what is happening , but then I think , how to make sense of it all , if I start at the beginning, it is to bring some balance to the instability , the temptation to leave, c ' is not to stay , but I must go on, it takes like a mayonnaise, I believe