what is hard is to believe

what is hard is to believe that the chair is solid as soon as I called the fire department I feel responsible as I usually do not look for problems then why there in the quiet of the afternoon I feel disturbed by a new crisis of conscience, which puts me in the loss of innocence that I had kept so far, but that's life ahead without asking pardon everything is ruined, it must stand to do not drop when the wind blows I do not know where it comes from and why it's hard, especially when the waves follow and pass over the dikes is panic throughout the world and runs my decision to take a vacation in the mountains I look at it from a distance and I realize that it does gives me no trouble, it surprises me that because I'm so insensitive that is what I miss, it is neighbors I knew who died granny of 22, the grandfather of 24 people who were trapped by water that is quickly mounted and devastated everything in minutes, plus it was the night everyone was asleep and they have not had time to cope, they are dead in the water as in the first bath before birth, to remind us that we were fish long ago what I find strange is that since this storm we talk more harvests that are made in Auvergne, whereas for me it is a time to pray before the altar erected in front of City Hall in memory of all those people who disappeared one night no problem expecting to see come in the morning to do their shopping, but that's life when typing is not anywhere, it's time but we do not know nobody warned us, then is made as usual before rushing straight into the wall and farewell projects, farewell love welcome death, but why wait do it once and for all and that way we will have no regrets, it's going well in Switzerland but in France we do not want to because life is a core that can get stuck in the throat