I know not what intrigues me what to do, continue , stop, see what it is, it's too late , it does not return, he would make another , this is how much it will hurt this is one more why I do not know, you should be fine , we continue like before, it 's something we are lucky , is this grace, we are blessed , what about the other, so much happiness for so long , yet something is wrong, I do not understand , then it should be able to take what drives me to melt like ice as soon as I close the of body a woman, but now it's getting late , it's almost time to go home , surrounded by my family , it will be the memory of that distant view face because what counts is love , feeling rooted in the purest project , but are not obliged to take , we are always on the edge of the flesh, that we thought off back on the front of the stage to say that all happens in the house at the sea in a precise sense to know if it's going but I always come to the same place to see that it does not change to a small space that can not always do what he likes because in life it comes it will never stop even to see the sea if it is dropped or so if I got to see what I could do it alone , but the desire is gone, I am left alone for a bit but half of it does not bother me because what is known is difficult to get high , I stay at the grass even though I love the city sidewalk to be able to walk without afraid of snakes hiding in ratchets , I live in town, it makes me feel good, I like to walk the streets is walking I think about what I do , it makes me feel good , is good,