I do not really know what happiness is. I know that I'm happy, happy with anything and everything, happy even when the day goes wrong, when the world was disgusted in his arrogant indifference, the carelessness of a humanity that can not do nothing but run trampling on the bodies.
And maybe it's just not my happiness. Maybe I'm crazy, crazy to tie, to be interned and imprisoned.
I do not know ... I do not know what happiness is but nonetheless I'm happy ...
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