I spend my short stupid life looking for itself, life.
I looked not fame, not show, not magic, not adventure.
I walked roads and roads but had not find what I was looking for.
I made mistakes nthound of them, more than rigths for sure.
I belived in lost causes, did my best to make rigth.
After so much water so much storm, after so much pain and so much stones over my head after so many trays and fails sadly I discover there is no where what i am looking for .
Lucky dearest always come to help, luckily they do exitist.
But even having date i mind , failure does not mind when stupid things fails but when that you care about really fails be aware.
There no hell like the hard hash emptyness of failed sould there is no rage like the one that born in the hole inside you and there is no short trip out that is for sure........
Hola vengo a molestar
Bueno chau