easy day shines in the air, an ancient way of life comes before a judge, everything is decided quickly I 'm driving in the middle of the ruins , everything is possible, even though I know it's boring , because everything is behind , it does not come right away, it's fear , it must be merciful , but each stone is heavy , we need instruments, gunpowder , towards evening nothing is done , just waiting for the highlight , but when does it stop the engine to hear the message, I must continue , one day, one hour to be over my body, but in the meantime I spend time without worries, everything is in a position to be accepted and whether it's good I cling to my dreams that I have developed in recent years, because when I was a kid I did not dream of the future, I took what was happening without asking why, went well , so no problem, it took me four decades that I can say that I was missing something, but this phase was very long because for a long time he did me miss anything , I had everything, love , patience , luck of the closet full of clothes , chairs, a table, an easy irony , choices that I did not chose , that by what I started, these choices have not seemed to be no longer valid , I had to choose one go my way, that day I was convinced not to be in the facility, everything was hard , unthinkable, incredible, but what to do to be right , it changes all the time, to hang on , where waste time being sure that it is for later, because tomorrow I see that it is on a slope while down at the top , there is no other means everything is decided not to make waves , but I 'm ready, I can do this is a minimum, not a tiny switches that not , which continues its path in the simple joy of living a moment, this pile is mobile , you can believe it, it's a part of the brain that opens , inviting the choice of wasting time , everything changes for not more close doors to any fancy, everything is wonderful , everything is beautiful , what else , to which passages , certain, safe, for, while