How To Find The Age Of A Bottle Johnny Walker

I do not know what is happening today, I just came back the urge to write. Not
I often cyclically and rhythmically takes me.
Anna is cooking, I feel the stir his ladle in pot, Isa is out.
I feel like I missed a little bit, maybe it was the only way to find me.

I woke up sad.
Maybe heaven, maybe it's time passing.
Maybe it's because things never go as you ask.
Maybe it's because you feel someone or something away but not you.

But I'm fine this morning, are beautiful to die.

Veronique