I see red, green, yellow , but below I see nothing , I seek a passage , there must be a good time , do not go too fast , it can not work immediately must wait until the passage opens , it takes cumulative hours in a large bowl , because to do it right , it should be done with heart, this is a good start , then this is the hardest must resist the boredom , this beautiful place where nothing happens , because everything is hidden , it is a wonderful feeling , because all of a sudden I feel like I heater, it is a feeling that is not based on nothing solid , like all feelings are just the wind, because humans have basic needs , he must eat , sleep , defecate, piss , then he meets someone, it starts with hello, and then See you , just a tragic moment when you go to privacy, we are committed to twenty years , we had nothing prepared , it's panic , everything is dead , we must wake up, this is a great journey that ends in tears, nothing resists time , this huge transition between earth and sky, because that's life here , a tiny place that thinks it's a billion stars , but when you see it that is , that's it, it , a small , tiny being who is struggling with uncertainty since he lost his childhood , it continues like this for years and one day we said, what no, not that, but if that's it, it's a loss, luck, beans, meat, organs suffer from boredom in packs of ten , to a location overlooking the city an impression of former vertigo that comes only once in a while when you feel off, but for now I dig to get to the center of me, it takes years , there interruptions , we must continue in joy because what exise explode at any moment , there is nothing left of yesterday, and yet in my mind back to me at times smells, gestures, yesterday jumped in my face and it happens, I do, I do , and I pay attention , because what matters is not to cross the line, the limit that is necessary once and for all , when choosing his life that unfolds in anything, this line shines on the night of consciousness, this beauty is not as if I was ready to sing for not having the guts to cough in the middle of a religious silence