when is it now

lundi 3 mars 2014

I would have put me more like it to be better

I would have put me more like it to be better , but why it bothers me , I 'm not always for it but it still wants to work well , for the simple reason that all goes well, it's been years that nothing happens, everything is beautiful, everything is quiet , to some extent I am at the top of my life, I know that I will go down to the lowest point in a closet full of old photos, to remember all those who have gone into eternity, but for now it is the apotheosis , all shining brightly , it's even better than that, it's great , it's more than a dream c ' is a wonderful way, everything is fine and in the empty house there is more furniture , the person is dead, there are more clothes , more shoes , more trouble , more glasses to toast the joy of living , for death that removes the taste of sausage, there are more lips more laughter over nothing, because in death is all that is gone, all that did, everything you did not , everything goes forever, but for the first time , humans stop being afraid, he finally arrived where leads his useless life, when you're born , you go for a ride, there is nothing consistent , everything goes in all directions , even after his birth we want to know what happens but here we are wrong party , there is more than enough to put a space also right when everything looks like the old shelter that was used to load timber , soon I must be ready , this is how now, hundred, thousand , but for now I 'm away, I can not exceed the rest who can not leave, because a little to the right there is reason for hope , you just put them in the box so I can take them and give it to the one I love , so I can do a good deed , it comforted me in my dark side , since I 've been there I am the lowest of the action when you dig a hole for no longer have visions of underground

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