and you. (23:48:49 22/03/2011)
Soon the clock is turned, I forgot.

I am (23:49:04 22/03/2011)
No is. The last time

and you. (23:50:19 22/03/2011)
by Dada. Even if we tell the kids something sad, they won’t believe it.

I (23:54:45 22/03/2011)
I already imagine an old pearl, I sit in a gravitational chair, on the knees of a cosmic fiber plate, an optical fiber lens with a 300-fold magnification in my eyes, in front of me grandchildren and grandchildren play with a refractory stereoscopic timebot, and I with a chilling voice (not lubricated artificial lungs, which replaced my usual, cancer-affected) say 'from the youth went. Yes, I...I was in your years shooting clocks twice a year'

and you. (23:55:20 22/03/2011)
"oh, again the grandfather begins to cheat"

I (23:57:22 22/03/2011)
' It is all a mess. The fork on the frontal lobe of the brain was updated?' ' updated. Not to compile. The programming brain rejects everything that is written not through the ass'