Now maybe you can speak calmly, wisely,  
We are still with each other now,  
Now you can confess with a very calm-heart that you have been unable to admit, undress, get rid of your perpetual pessimistic, petty, low-profile childhood, which has been organically in your life, even your instincts.

Now you can confess that in the tiring, vicinity, slightly pathetic life, you have come to you with a couple of true-heart wise friends and a helping acquaintance who may not have beaten and did not make a meaningful, lying-antle promise, laugh, or intentionally humiliated, Nor did it succeed.

Now you can recognize that you have never been able to pass through the medium concept of the coveted goldsmen and the Horatius formula of things and relationships or impose a pointless to others. In vain, you preached yourself to the metaphysics of certain "basic status".

Now you can calmly get bitter, mourn your little mice that: you dare to believe yourself, deceive your naive -child good faith, Yoricki's simplicity, if you encountered a superstitious, promising girl not just seeing the supermodible, You prefer to scrape the wall in your agony for letting things take a different direction.

Now you may admit that the price of gasoline 95 is rolling new record peaks and that the BUX has made a steep fall flight every time the diplomacy has been modified, and while the food prices are four times the tofu dough