in different places I spend my time

in different places I spend my time to see what it takes time because at the least too strong sea access I put myself in shock, so that without having done anything else since I know it ' is how you is the most stable but with the risk of losing ground in a temple of love with soap and warm water but now the world starts to turn and that I also want to try but for that he would first have to know what it is to come as close as possible to the secret that will one day take my life, but now I'm having a good time so why do it in the hoping to change while everything is now sufficient evidence that life is beautiful in the sense that everything separates like cells that multiply to give life, that's wonderful, it's all there waiting but yes c It is I, I arrive and everything starts to sing praises, is happiness, I would never have imagined such a beautiful game, but is it going to last, because I am a human I know everything falls into trouble one day, so what's going on here, this is paradise already for me, while I'm young and I have before me a life expectancy grew up in France until where I may well take a leap into the unknown but for now I am like that, so it's easy to live knowing that I am facing a problem, how to nurture hope, which is not not trivial, as for what it does is one more chance, but for it to be that along the other passions that are not as difficult to get to because juggle my fingers would have it go faster, a more accurate result in greater proportions, it is not because I am in the house of the good joke but when I think it makes me feel good because later there nothing else between, this is a first alliance, iron and water, that rust and so I want to understand it then for me everything is hot, we must hear the pebbles on the place memory, what is more normal, we were in the house and suddenly it starts raining, is not it curious when I see it I take a brush and paint on the wall, a big sun with a meadow black and white cows a Christmas tree in the background and why not a pretty shepherdess called Ingrid, yes I know that it is the call of the forest, when a nice body not reached by old age starts German will sing it reminds me peace, lasting for 70 years to be there in the hope that it lasts, it makes me want to go to Cologne drink water making internal travel in the crane that rises to the heaven, but why should I do something else before, because for from you first stay and time to perceive that any effort leads to the sport even if everything is defeated, we still put oil to make it shine better, but now everything is caught in a mountain tomb in the Valley must be exactly what silence brutally live and have a beam to support the ceiling then there are two ways to reach the goal, precisely in mine which passes close to the bottom between what, I'll bloom as public space to know what it's like I take my distance and I expect that the earth wakes up in April, this is the time of return of flowers, which could have known that this is the time we chose to be in a kind of cellar where everything is dead but if you scratch the wall there is a window