what i remember

what I remember is the mud that stinks , so I get rid of my old habits , I'm new, it's now , it's all funny, where am I , what about the time that takes the altitude, I no longer see it is mounted too high for me what is right is what I do, but I see that it takes too long , shorten the tents , but it's a shame when to do it, it is not worthwhile to ask questions , life in a hidden face , an open face , a face half- buried and now I am taking steps to make sure you believe that everything will come , it is an impression that does not cost me a lot because I know how to manage to not be in front but behind it is more comfortable, especially when I know that everything is closed, it must be the turn and come saying I am the one who gives the orders, then in the sound of water such as a waterfall, everything is given to the grace of God, this is the moment that I was waiting to try a new way to present this with warm colors , O joy that allows me to spend carefree to me next year when I 'm about to make a knot , after that I 'm on the path of a reaction sudden , quite by chance any unlocks , to my surprise that I thought collapses to leave room for kindness, is that I can still do at the age that I have, I know although in some years it will be more difficult , because aging is the body that takes a hit , bodies wear out, everything starts to mush , it's awful , it's disgusting , but what else , it is a passage that takes time to no longer be as before but still a bit anyway in the main source , because it does not change , it is a bias, a story before me, people who lived before me and each gave me turn a little of what they had , now it's millions of years that I exist