Tomorrow again

First day after holiday is hard. I’m tired to follow a crazy routine, but there isn’t any exit.

Stupid crazy world with the timetable everywhere, the magic blood of the money and the power.

Nice to be in a society to have enemies and feel alone where is people everywhere.

Life is short, maybe because we wait always something. Now I’m waiting the rain, is here and I feel better.

The train of your life…

Enjoy small things like sleep well. Dreams where everything is posible, and every night is different.

The end, when nothing cares is normal to be afraid, but enjoy your trip. Look at the window, talk, smile, there isn’t any stop.

The life with colors is better

Too fast, too many things to do, but lot of time to get your piece of meat and to pay the quiet life of the power.

Lot of years, but not free to choose, the luck to be in the good place.

Breathe deep, forget everything, sleep and tomorrow the trip continue, maybe is your last stop…

I need to be more like Rex