one day in my past I thought I had

one day in my past I thought I had missed something, not that which comes without bothering to pull in a corner, I mean that psychology seemed to be what was going first, Dan gold experience what happens is absurd therefore able to be present I have lived until today and I do not think I could be otherwise, what goes through my closer is why since I spent in the second part of my life, so far from the first part, I began to think about myself, which involves a large dose of why, but when I put myself I see that I can do that is the opposite of psychology, and on it I have to be closed because now he must accumulate enough to live in a quiet and serene area so that everything exists from the plane until entering for the first time, it is a simple interrogation but to a neutral location so I always go backwards because how do you have time, everything goes in the suite and to this accident pushes me out of the world while all other action is needed, which m ' resulting in acceptable madness, while waiting for the world I see nothing that can take all the weight in a bag then when I open it's to be understood that because the lack of life must be a simple passage without frowning that I am now looking after living long enough is to free myself of the accuracy to reach the confusion, which to me is the immediate translation of life going into madness when all performance then collapses that sets the table but that it takes for everyone and when it exists is better than a single project in relaxing base for everything that is put up in the production chain enters a large building under construction so that the people can see what is going on especially high because the system is provided in the hope to believe that everything is connected but that's why we live, and as c is a labyrinth of first choices that are not formal but with luck because the human password leaps leaps without that bitter pit does not sing on Saturday and therefore for demonstrating the most part I know that's why I'm in the dialogue that is even more than take a month rather than a day, that's still what happens in a country oriented in memory that is lacking in others because now changing pressure, have the time to go and say that for the moment there has fragile moments accompanied by the rest who do not yet know that tomorrow is Sunday and as in the space around made a move for years all is well, but now the artist and lost, what to continue, the what, the comments and hop you jump into the void, the time of the fall one is laughing then to the end we fear, what goes into the faith, what to do, to be sensitive, do their utmost to believe but to me I know what is forgiveness for the trouble, but then everything is put hooks into the closest solution, no vision of the post, as in the human there is a power to love that is blocked by the desire to live as best as possible while this time I know that to give it ' is an opportunity, like a steak on both sides so that the blood is mixed with onions