hoping that it leads

hoping that it leads to count to two, then I know better what to do , I take support on it and I am waiting , as if everything that I should be done in the sense of living glad it's in it or something because it puts me in this movement is a game that throws the dice , it goes up it's still years into the unknown and one day it falls , it can range from 1 to 6 but mostly it can fall into the sea and if it is eaten by a fish must make a cross over for the day when the fish is caught in a fishing net it sends a distress signal that I get a day I take my breakfast in the shelter of the waves, and when I poop I look forward to know what it feels like to be afraid , but especially in time there is a reason to live is how I built a house without a door , at least I 'd be there as elsewhere, so there is no season for love , but just one pass , it may take twenty years , this is a chance meet love, it can do that and also in the month a few days to get everything you need for it to be door I feel everything that happens is a cultivated field enough to say hello and when I go I wear brown pants , so that across the country there is a little below the horizontal plane and see what happens , it is a day that passes in each direction for one is always where you is as good as now and all that happens is why I 'm close , so close to everything , so again I climb in altitude not exceeding ten centimeters and I'm careful when it did not stuck , it's a gentle slope that suits me but that will not last for years because one day it falls and from far away, as if we had time to do everything, but when it is like that it is a choice to what is called death, always being in a certainty and that in a year it is released being sure that all that matters is in the trunk, then in a different time it must be a reason, everything is gone , there is nothing left , and that in each moment we are in the beauty of movement finally met closer to life