In the shelter of a tree is protected from rain for a short time and then it goes and wet. Small I was under the protection of my parents. I knew life only through their visions. Time passed and shade leaves gave way to images of hesitation in my head. 51 Responsible my turn to a home I realize the difficulty of looking far ahead of me. Successive days without being able to cling to simple ideas . This is the fault of children believe that parents act with common sense easily. Once grown the company into golf paratrooper. Must be constantly jumps to the side to avoid the pitfalls in the middle of the road. Suddenly you can not see anything. Arguably eyes closed. How to keep a straight path . How many turns will he do, what time you have to go to live . Useful passes pleasure. Always work to benefit improve. Pushing the limits that young you can not imagine . It is by knowing the world comes this vision of effort. that's enough , here is another great discovery, not worth eggplant works great J ' bring my grain of sand today and maybe tomorrow ~ I give the same amount , it is my dearest wish . Not great but regular and discreet. Skip to even , you can walk very long , notsometimes we forget to wander the earth tune around a sun that warms me . Fortunately, there are simple joys without electrical technology. The heart beats and leads the rest , that is to say me. With each stroke I leave for a new lap with the sun, the night, the boredom , the other . It is a mad rush in the middle of swamps or thought questions the human presence on earth. And why me, where do I come from . This is tomato sauce dripping on your shirt . How could I have to confess to have betrayed his trust . Everything is mixed in a terrible mess. The young are old, currently idiots , the human species is well. It thrives in spite of everything , death first. Births multiply. The little one grows , parents age . Still turn the big wheel of fate. it is written . But we do know the end X after the beginning L; ; . the end , that is to say finally you know when you whisper in the next room and you're lying on a bed, his. My life is 51 me, I do what I want and not what they should be. More than X years to live ,it is not long . Better not to worry. The earth will welcome all children in several layers if you must, the sky is high. But soon it is night , the clouds fall into circle as cowboys for them . They await the return of the sun to restart . Tireless pursuit of chimeras after the end of the world is like me and my head is like being in the same corner , relative to the local knowledge. I have