when I had something to say

when I had something to say I wondered why but now I no longer care I look right and left , it does bother me is the usual weight , but nothing changes my body takes doubt , will I continue to go well , should be expected to go wrong, all of a sudden no longer able to do what you want , wait behind the window hoping that it will end soon because what is life if c ' is nothing more than a house plant , drinking water and some seeds to live well , but the trouble is this , he has a day as if nothing had happened and within half an hour follows is a disaster , everything trembles or it's me trembling , vision disorder , the lack of air is the pressure increases suddenly, I see my life pass one second , is this the last one, I collapse on the floor, all over, if I could but it's too late, I did not know it , we know nothing of his life, it works well it is believed that it will last for years and years, but one day he must go to bed , it is a necessary step to realize the lightness of life , everything was so good, everything was so beautiful, and did not see it , we do not feel we did not believe it and now we know but it's too late and you can not tell anyone because you can not talk , but when can we the impression of power, it's that when you're ready to go and then everything collapses , books fall , cabinets overflowing, he must leave all , pleasure, boredom, see, hear , do , everything goes , you can not fight , when can we do otherwise, it is not easy, it requires a reflection on the meaning of life , must go up or down , what is the next station , it must be open , full, half , utility is it valid , should drop everything , this is not the most important or most accessible to an ever thicker passage, but for years I have a dream , it starts in the kitchen and it stops