It is an evening of rash fool all the sky is sinister. Others, somewhere else, speak about the imminent death or about the despair to be. And she hears all this of the bottom of her history, of near her memory and of his more or less where she put so much time being whole without depending on the other one. Where she can well die because ellee knows where to live and because she carries out him nothing never ideal but always in the highest and she can tell nothing that the passion for life, for one hour or one day, only to like the life and to try still. She makes so many paths as she considered magnificent and which were only dead ends. Now that she(it) knows that she comes out, she says only to live, in fury and in beautiful. There are magnificent times which come only to one and which we can share. She makes him today, she will make him tomorrow, as long as he will stay breath. To live mess(brothel) to live, we were born for that, we are made for that. And it will be sunny.... And even in his bedtime, he knows how to only be beautiful.
