When I think about it, the society runs in the background with his poor habits shaped over time. In-stead I see my body and my mind tossing, making choices, finding routes into the good and the bad. And I understand that freedom is required. Living true, feeding the authenticity and truth of all. Feel life in himself. And the miracle of beauty. A gift. Welcome me in your secret room. Gentle smile at me. Your lips parted. Offer your scented garden. Little kisses dotting the body of stars. The eyes your eyes draw a comet that loves the universe in its charm. I feel regenerate a new spirit in this fluid that melts the diaphragms and understands the others, all others, in a mutual embrace.