one day I was too slow

one day I was too slow to avoid the watering can, in a second I was dry, but what surprised me most is how we make cakes with olives, because I like to eat that I do, I do not trust the stores that sell food, we do not know where it comes from and we do not know what they put into it, so I started to cook in early i didn't have it but I am not discouraged and I ran a hundred meters, after an hour I missed success, too bad it's not my day, so I turned right in thinking that while the bulldozers tear up the walls, it is still too early to pick cherries, and that in a single moment that shines like a chest full of gold bullion, I came to believe in world a savior, someone who will do anything for others and nothing for him, because what happens in life is a race between smart people, this is the first that will one billion euros, is life and spends his time to pay taxes, but why can not warn that all that does not pass through the hole of life, we must do less, much less that suddenly you get into uncharted corner is an impenetrable jungle, I take a knife and for ten years I trace a route, but as I progress the jungle closes behind me, so after two days I get  lost, and little I just exhausts me and one day I lie without hope, otherwise than in the river a fish swims against the current but it does not matter because at the height of the storm I am transported to a stream of water that goes faster and faster, I pass my whole life thinking that this is my last time just to tell me that I spent in the other world, but at this point I see the distant lights of the city, with my body I'm heading in that direction and when I arrived everyone went outside and I am greeted as a hero, who knows why