Victory

I have not managed to sleep. The light ended with the game of sheets and closed eyes. I say it with little regret; I already wanted that night to end. The end of what was endless is, also, another form of victory right? To have the hard leather to tolerate the attacks of the enemy and to see him come to less after each blow until it is exhausted and it is nothing before the eyes of anybody. So that ? It seems that a winner speaks to you, the winner of the fight last night. Do not you know anything about this, you? Do you sleep like a child and you lose the battle to sleep? You, I bet you have a comfortable bed. I'm laughing right now, you! ji-ja-jo-je-ja I imagine that you lie down and, as if nothing, the next day you wake up, full of sun, all light. I'm sorry, you.

Do not the demons of the day come to your head? I think so but you're good at being deaf. Something else will make you momentarily sad but, of the rest, you are sure distracted in the happiness of living without any sense.

You go out? Then you go in, you walk, you fall asleep and wake up; you eat and shit ... all that. You ... you have a life!