in the silence of the sleeping body

in the silence of the sleeping body I am careful not to die like that in the morning I wake up, I have nothing to do , I do not provide continuity, I only wish to go well as long as possible but that's what it is useless , it's Monday , and then we do not know what happens , it is a concern a reality, a choice in front of a vertical wall another sensation by here , sea Moreover, in an affordable time and waiting months to finish an easy choice yes is yes forever and never be done without the table, but especially in the after well after the start , in others, luck, and next to a dead , what is a passage or roof falls , months to do, but that 's how it is so I know what to do, I understand that the weather is not nice, then it keeps me to stop , and why I do it , I do not know what is urgent is not the time to live everything is blocked so that the mind is closed every day, there is no way of being, it is a little bit of everything but here I am doing exactly what I want , it is a passage that opens the door , and behind it is empty , otherwise I can not want it to end well , so that everything is accessible, an area that does not change over the years and all of a sudden it does that, and I 'm here, I look at what is happening and time as far as I was not born a silent journey and do not understand why you should always make up for that in the hay there is a needle, but that's what can happen once you did not have cars, so to get from one point to another you had to take a deep breath and begin its capital of youth is why today we are in the loss of symbols because time passes and in each step there is progressive loss of hope