it does not matter , it's just a way of being, a bit like an old fish that was believed to see in the ocean floor, but about five o'clock the day began to fall I have not had time to go home to avoid being taken by surprise , I like to control my life , I analyze the situation all the time where I am to quickly find my place and play an important role , so I know what to do when I get home , I am at my desk and I count the points I raised in the day, I'm happy with me when I've done what I wanted to do, I am satisfied, and then one day I met him , she passed by the accident and she only looked at it , I had to take her by the arm and she turns her face that she looks at me as soon passion climbed the highest , never down , it was years of happiness , but now the misfortune knocked on my door one winter evening , the leaves had fallen to the ground , I opened the door and the wind blew and came to touch the front of my wife, she immediately began to tremble , and I watched helplessly to the madness of my wife , I had to make the intern and since I will see all hopeless Sundays it back with me, that's how I spent my life , first in the queue , then in joy and then in solitude, but I intend to always find happiness, I found once I can find it again , that's how one day he was fine, it was spring , I found a cat in my garden , I fed him and he stayed with me , both of you live a quiet life