the other day I noticed myself in the window of a store, it's me, but what's going on, I'm gone , I 'm flying , I do not know , I should have shut the door , it used to me, it haunts me , what to do, but hope I will , I come, quick, slow , for, that, but when I realize it is too late , I should have , but I do not know not , I hear noises , it starts , it stops and it breaks my ears , I have experienced being asked when we go there, I had the chance to know what that it had to be done , so I could pass the test, then I got lost in the big city , I do not know any street, I 'm in the middle of nowhere and I count my steps , if I get a thousand , but fatigue is my strength , I go very slowly, and it continues tomorrow night after I start , I do not expect , I 'm in the middle of my life I pass the ointment , it makes me feel good but when I was young I could not understand the full extent of the unconscious posture of the human body , all its possibilities we not learn in school because each case is unique, it is not the general is the singularity which seeks only , we start to self-discovery , it takes years to find unique , one to which we return , it is not pleasure, it is a supreme command because life goes by too fast to stop, we walk long to realize that we are here , yes , right there , a place known for a long time , but no time to wait, it's all there , in emergency in the express request, and doubt arises, what am I to say , I believe in nothing , or very little, it is in a nutshell