it was short, intense, bad place to except , and anyway I'm still white, tonight , for a being to live , grow, get , go, see , yet see in a glass of water , but I put in sheets , I expect her to come , she is born , I get a message , I must hasten Matters in the opposite direction to be sure to get the correct time it is not worth its press , it takes is a watch that tells the time , it's more convenient than going up the mountain to see if it's worth , I am a quiet , I look at what is happening, a beautiful woman shows me her breasts , I do not touch it , I just go away because what I see I analyze it , I treat him well he did not complain when I think that I pass a comb through the hair to make it stop , but life goes on triumphantly, tomorrow is not born , it must wait it out and in a beet field there is a possibility to root for no longer face the moment that descends into the earth to find a reason to believe that this is true because the deeper is always the one that is not available , because what happens in the barn and a permanent astonishment to bring us back to reality, it's all there in the space that is given to me so I could hear him, all of a sudden I make a leap forward I find myself facing a problem , I rule , enough, it's good, it looks like the original, I do not know how I did it , I started , I was afraid I cut , I sweated , I came, I could, I come back, I know and I feel that it can go , because the first impression is , it guides me in sauces and spicy , never to be slow, but understand that this is what I'm looking for a moment , an hour, as I said a moment of truth , and unique, like , nice,