at midnight I think I will face my worst enemy , lack of energy , in fact, at this hour of the day I collapse like a block of ice iceberg sinking into the water, but what else I 'm stuck in my body, it is he who decides what will and what will not , because now I'm through with just the same all the time , it does not surprise me , it becomes , it comes , it occurs, and it dies a little more each time , sensing in me wanted to laugh without restraint as the world is doomed and nobody thinks anything other than what we will eat at noon , this is a disaster, but it lasts for thousands of years then do not worry, we can wait another few days , so as not to encourage offers suggesting that all is lost, because I know he always takes a little of all, and its opposite, or so, and since in to the room, a door closes, is this a signal, or an intervention without malice , but before accelerating mass , I'm ready to go as far as possible, this is what I think of when I am able to take possession of my being, it happens quite often as to not be in torment I'll still most of the rest in the direction that makes me the most no attention to the coming of anxiety because I realize with the passing of time , an inability to pay attention to what might happen , what happens is sufficient for me to find the balance , one thing being what it is in his hand there is another reference , turn around in order to see all the faces , and I discovered another thing that was behind , it was a revelation , something that matters in the life of a human , one day you know you're getting old , it is possible that either the energy loss is a possibility that me grows to think about now is the urgency of what to do to be a little closer to the rest, unknown time which does not take up some , a non event that will condition yet all the shares in a apparent relaxation I 'm going to see if a certain extent I am capable of putting words into a sentence