it is tiring to want more , why not just live and after I do not know, simple projects , thanks to her, but because of it I can not pretend I did not know is a question I ask myself is why I seek a passage is to a different reality , it does not change, I 'm still the same , anxious not to pass the time , go to a good pace, tell me if it works, is that I can do , and tomorrow is Sunday , so why not just go there, a place to dry , no problem , with a little luck, a little concern , but nothing that can not be easily adjusted, the body is accepted in its first dimension , because that goes against the project is not a choice, it bothers me , I 'm the whole place and I try to find the common passage , how to get there if not thinking I 'm a bit like all the others, it is little difficult to find, it is mixed with the rest , children's stories, laughs , tender moments , the blackberry jam , joy at Christmas, and suddenly a revelation , I can take a walk without having to go into another dimension , I can stay in the same atmosphere , I think it is so I can be free, but now I find something else , the fate that does not last long , how to find a balance , it gets complicated , I away from me , I take time , it can just go , as long as you know where it is