You all disgust me with your happiness! With your life that you must love at all costs. They are like dogs that lick everything they find. And this little luck every day, if we are not too demanding. Me, I want everything at once,-and whether full-or so I refuse! I do not want to be modest, me, and just a little bit if I was wise. I want to make sure everything today and it is as beautiful as when I was little, or die.
