the sun heats less in winter , it makes me think that I am to some extent able to understand that every time I'm in the certainty to move in the right place , it makes me happy but it does not last , it is necessary again, because every step overwrites the previous one, then I walk without thinking , it allows me to see life differently , is that it's easy, yes, I think the time is attached, it takes patience to get to release time to devote serious study of the possibility of what we can do without having to always put its weight to forgo making an effort , it is necessary to begin not dream then between in a series of passages that lead to the fact that particular time is always a complicated place , it takes a long time , does not face the direction without first realize that every word in a box, find the key , take the right side , again each time and not to fall before reaching a beacon that flashes in the night to warn of danger , but I 'm sleeping at night and when I wake up, daylight crushes everything else, I look but I do not see anything , be careful , this is how we can a little bit, a little open door , seeing nothing else, a light that no one sees this is not worrisome is comforting, but before you know it is pushed into a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts as how to understand what happens when you have at the same time that it is time , soon I hurry , I must not miss the beginning , even though I know it will take until the end, I do not know how else I 'm like that , a difference or another, I do not know , you should be fine , but as it is impossible to know what will happen in a minute , I think it is wiser to live in the present , what matters now is to cross a boundary, then I look at what happens , it's okay , I still go