it's funny to know that this is a small example of overt lucky because most of the time we hide what we know thinking in getting a good deal , flowers in a pot of shit in the head , I count backwards, it takes me a long time , now closed , waiting in the hallway , but how about , it changes every moment , it is the memory that falls to 80 years, but I, who am I , it depends on the day to understand that every now and trapped in a crazy requirement, always , no matter what, but I know what I'm doing , back and forth , without closer to other , regulatory distance , can not be , I'm less , I can , I'm not careful, it just happens , the next time I'll crush me to suffer no more , I realized that this is a little to the right , I 'm in a hurry to be on time , that's life , his pace , his passion, snail trail , but it accelerates, it vibrates , it strikes in silence, everything is noise , everything is black , everything comes at a time , a chance to leave, and the conditions necessary before a tree-lined avenue in Japan , how do I feel the wind from afar I am close to me, I listen, it suits me , I am well , I am well fingers on fire, burning with a body of water around to avoid contagion is like what I am every day since yesterday, what I do in all that is special because it takes me time to time it is madness to live , but I call, he must continue a little much the madness