We will only hear the siren, shouting at the end of the session, from a large theme park based on insurance, from another fair that leads, from vanity to dance, that of believing that they serve us find meaning. I accelerate then, the glance on myself, and understand in power, the blindness of myself, the roots of my absence. I then explode the rules, to believe that I have only one sense, that of turning on myself, not to see my luck, and now see the reign, of those of maintenance, to oil the cogs, of what has no meaning, of those who have no meaning. Learn the loss that it is, to integrate this dance is to destabilize the tempos of those already in dance, leaving the choice to adapt or stay in the dance, I find my chance in my ticket, to watch the session, to understand that it had an end was, at the beginning, meaningless, because I saw there only for me, the totality of the senses, justifying to me the perfect carelessness, to understand an anger which against me didn't make sense, an anger that made sense to me. I now watch dancing, blinded by their conscience, looking for a language to calm, the reason for their differences, and thus be able to bring, in me deep a sense, to understand that chasing after it has no meaning. I would have healed in myself, the violence of my childhood, to come out of the turnstile to see, my world off-axis of meaning, my world which still looked at me without my knowledge, in great confidence, to see that I turn, on myself , looking for meaning. We will only hear the siren, shouting at the end of the session, from a large theme park based on insurance, from another fair that leads, from vanity to dance, that of believing that they serve us find meaning. I accelerate then, the glance on myself, and understand in power, the blindness of myself, the roots of my absence. I then explode the rules, to believe that I have only one sense, that of turning on myself, not to see my luck, and now see the reign, of those of maintenance, to oil the cogs, of what has no meaning, of those who have no meaning. Learn the loss that it is, to integrate this dance is to destabilize the tempos of those already in dance, leaving the choice to adapt or stay in the dance, I find my chance in my ticket, to watch the session, to understand that it had an end was, at the beginning, meaningless, because I saw there only for me, the totality of the senses, justifying to me the perfect carelessness, to understand an anger which against me didn't make sense, an anger that made sense to me. I now watch dancing, blinded by their conscience, looking for a language to calm, the reason for their differences, and thus be able to bring, in me deep a sense, to understand that chasing after it has no meaning. I would have healed in myself, the violence of my childhood, to come out of the turnstile to see, my world off-axis of meaning, my world which still looked at me without my knowledge, in great confidence, to see that I turn, on myself , looking for meaning.