I'm looking for a million dollar father prepared to adopt me. To the forty year-old age? The answer in easy: adoption for adults. A folly or a new tendency?
I am this way: a normal type, neither young neither old,a person that persists to pursue the shades of the chimeras. I could say so many useless things, and I will perhaps do it. I would be able, for example, to tell what I have done and what I am doing, but everything this doesn't have anything to do with me, with my soul at least. Life is what is, people adapt him, I do my better. That's all. The daily life is a grayness uniform, only the dreams make me free. I have never been a structured subject, confirmed, done in series. I have never done, and I will never succeed in doing, of the necessity virtue. I don't want to fall into the trap of this society, with which I don't have anything to divide. The men are weak, but the dreams are stronger: they point out us the street. This is why I decide to fight when I am sad and alone, in the darkest moments of the day. The witticism is simple: you go on and believe it.
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