it could be that this is

it could be that this is but one day it is white there is more room for black, because in some cases there is always gray , this is how I pay attention to what I do, you never know what happens , intentions to do well , precautionary measures and all of a sudden a beam falling on the head , eyes that go out, there is more life before, it was short but what else , do nothing, be afraid of everything , tell something, hope that life does not expect us to turn towards an acceptable time without forgetting what gene, a sick body who will die , this is for later, a choice that is not taken lightly , I like to live , I do not see why I will go somewhere else just because I am still able to think, but soon it will night, so I can do what I like , sit down and wait it out , because today I went through a twist of fate, it is a matter of life or death , it feels good when it happens , otherwise it is the hospital morgue , an eternity , more wine , more love, more sausages, more grass , but I think it is hoped eternal life as opposed to human life, there are so many bastard people who put bombs in airplanes, killing innocent growing old stairs, life is horrible because it can be wonderful , a garden flowers, crocodiles, lions, and I am sitting in my living room watching something I forget, because life goes too fast , it turns , it is already evening , everything is crushed, but it starts in the morning, everything happens , all is well, all over again , it is more than ever, it is a little thing that grows,