anyway I know what I stand this is not recorded , one for all , hopefully I do not know how to in a sense but the shirt is blue, in my choice, surprise , ambitions unchecked , the senses in turmoil , and above all I find is still the system does not immediately see what happens , for that which does not pass, it is still what I prefer , because if it goes too fast , I lose the sense I 'm not sure where I am, I hang without saying that you need to return , it's not a good night, it goes without mounting , surface flat , ridiculous intentions, and in some cases an opportunity to have a good time , but then just like that, without pretension, to enjoy a small but very small snack to believe it, a cold beer , nothing all, a little , but so little fun when everything falls apart , we are living for so little , we must continue otherwise it dies, it's reality, it begins a little, so little , nothing, nothing because it is like that, before the tour should start anything, once there , twice nothing, when I think of what I do , I tell myself that it is lost, but when I dream that I will live , it restarts at the top , this is the only condition to do something , a cross on the sand, without a trial balloon , and pasta for no longer hungry , it starts like this, it makes no difference , it's like before , all alone in my body that does not need anything , I long ago realized that the choice is neutral, it does not need anything , just by chance, anyway if I had known before , I do not have believed , because every moment is connected to infinity, and I, the living that can not always be back, it can also make a small jump by this is true because that is what love is hiding , then this is not a joke , it's just dirty, not clean, meaning lost somewhere , but the wait is alive