you look out the window. Usually. This is often an excuse for me. Looking out the window I do not see anything that actually out there, I watch a lot of things which are just inside, but more in that one can not, in quell'angolino quell'angolino in the brain or the heart. Yes, it's an excuse. And it is a necessity. I give myself listening, I did not ask for anything, maybe I guess. I guess what I'll do for dinner or what I could do next weekend, I imagine he will make a wish, a dream or not to do it and look for an alternative. I am convinced that I will always have the strength to do, do, do, and then I deny the tears of fear that goes down. Both are at the window, the others I only see his back, so the tree outside the window will not say anything to anyone. And I face the world with a smile, that's what you deserve!
