when i was young

when I was young brown and orange was fashionable , this is what I call do worry, because for hours I'm being charged , it is normal practice that does not require me much effort, it is done once a day except weekends, two days a week because I do not think as Monday to Friday , everything is placed so that it can make noise , but everything is cold, I have breath to try to rekindle the embers, so that I am ready from home, I see the eyes, it is a child who died in this house there is a hundred years face to time there was war with the English, and one day a troupe arrives in the village, they kill everyone and the child fled, they catch and cook in the fireplace, since this face appears in the home, this is not why I'm crying because I too am condemned , but for the simple reason that I do not know why I light this fire do I need, why am I still taking precautions , I would have to be more quiet , have broader ideas, understand what is happening , no longer three times around to try to break through the wall , because in a year or in a second c is always the same , I'm here to look out the window , I see in the distance large trees dancing in the wind, they are like great hopes dangling between the pros and cons , but before you do more comments I have to focus on an idea that has me do and how much energy will I have to use - I , it is not a trivial question, as time passes it is less able to move without thinking, a day we know that the body is a limit that can not exceed it once