being able I am forced to think that I can do is the only way to get there, when I think I can do that is earned but often as I am the only one to do I lose my means , I have to wait for it to come back, it can take hours , days , I expect that I can again like a child who wants to play a game but must wait until his parents wake up to open gifts , the waiting is wonderful, it is what allows to think that one day I can do what I want, a little at a time , in the madness of the day now that I can not choose , it is , without being able to do, because what I do is an irony , a plastic cross that can not pierce the walls , everything is full, I do not know how empty I have too many things in me , I do not sort everything is there in the mess , but I know that somewhere , there is what I want , then the passing of time I use to bring order and hope it serves to something, but as in any activity human there is a preparation, not everything is right now, it's nothing that comes first to tell you , if you do not like you have nothing , you shall not uncover anything that is hidden, because for discover what is beautiful must first get their hands dirty in the darkness of imperfection, this gray sauce that keeps going straight , it would be too easy, a step I arrived, but now I am forced to walk for years in order to keep a flat stomach, and it is not easy because when you have over forty everything fades and falls to the belly swells , it is a huge pressure to go against this evidence, it must be persuasive and persistent, it is not funny, it must be serious , responsible, every day is a struggle, a centimeter every one thousand kilometers we win, it's very slow , there has slowdown , it no longer believes it emerges in anything , you have to reassure see that was wrong , again without losing a moment , because life running at full speed , j ' learn by living, that's why I'm optimistic , I believe that I'll get there alive , it is inevitable , it is programmed, one day I can do ,