why am I wondering why I, who thought enough how , how's the day , how always happens , but now, we must face the facts , everything is there, but why it takes me effort, everything is obvious , then you have to dig , I wonder if luck is on my side , how to see how to be sure this is the chance or an illusion , I 'm always close to me , it me, should not I get too far, because every moment is incompressible , it starts and ends with how why it is blue, why when it is so good, why it is , why it continues years , while others renounce happiness, I continued as if I believed , and I begin to believe it, because she was with for 20 years , and this is only the beginning , I just see no magic ball , it can take me where I need to go without it I will stay as far away from my life for 20 years, I opened the door, it closes , I open it again, it is not tiring, it allows me to smell , exquisite honey, a divine fragrance , nothing in the middle of everything, every second lasts a thousand years, it is wonderful, Mary, mother of God , yes I pray, I pray for that day is a day for an hour or an hour, and when I die, I die and be reborn in the wonderful goodness after a painful life on the edge , it's always like this can not be completely what we are, we need a board that is exterior , the heart is not touched , the edge is the providential fall, I'll have to think , why am I I left led , I knew it would end badly , I needed to feel pain, I'm surprised I hate pain, but life unfolds gradually in the beginning there was nothing, not only a trace, but I begin to see what happens