when I came into the world I have not seen the air I breathed for the first time made ​​me cry , and shadows appeared , shadows that smile , that memory haunts me like in the attic rats and mice are dancing wildly around a death trap , but for the rest I do not know, I run the world in the hope of finding a solution to life, when I was little , I was little, because for humans what counts is having to eat twice a day, so when I realized that life stopped one day, I said to myself , what does it do, continue as if the happiness exists , or meet someone who could tell me about the end of a dictator , it does not interest me, what I want is to walk from time to time and spend time asking questions , a opportunity knocks , I take it, she wants to go, I said, look , let's spend some time together, but as soon as I have another idea and I think the same as before , it changes everything and to this unstable situation I earn points , something different , but that was before, now I take a different direction , I'm working without a net , believing in my lucky star , the road lights , the Milky Way , the first milk from birth , it's a memory I was told because I have no recollection of the first time , it's crazy to think that everyone thinks the same thing, provided that it reach the first level, which is before the conscience, we all have something in common , humans differ consciously , they do everything to be singular , but deep in the cellar, where reigns the wet and stench , then ground in front of me , the only reason for life, an opportunity not to be missed , because as in the in and to the verse, always a little more to understand take the first right coming from the top down , it's still better than doing circles in the water , a board is better than a cow escaping from its enclosure