Lost in the mess of twigs 
Browse the city and you find an incredible surprise. That surprise will generate some doubts respond quickly mounted on the submarine google. Return to it and the way you see a very interesting post, with lots of links very well made, so you climb a ciberdelfín and start riding for the information, with many links that make you understand much better the last.
The universe of information is so spectacular that you want to continue knowing, not seeing something that will slip away. A back of dolphin turbo ADSL knowledge gains, giving pleasure to fill a small hole made more than your brain, knowing that there are more, much more, and you're going to have, without leaving home, without leaving your chair.
With gotelé brain, you forget why you rode in the damn dolphin and are still above him, moving at full speed, because what you read yesterday was yesterday and today there are a lot of new things to read.
And that surprise you met a minute ago, if he face, you would look with a look of "Man, you're stupid. Nor do I have looked." But no time for that, you need to know more.
Sometimes imagine us as a plant. Each is a plant with a bunch of twigs that cover, and many of them are intertwined with other branches of other plants. Work, creations, parties, love ... Twigs intertwined in one way or another, creating an ecosystem of bugs indescribable and fascinating in every corner formed by these branches. And your flowers 
Me I'm building a compass. Not to know where the North, what goes. It turns out that I no longer trust at the fixed points, I am increasingly convinced that there are and if there are not real, are imagined. So if you imagine it, trust me more than my imagination that the "provisions" which are of a rigid ... My compass does not work with fixed points, but by magnetic fields. Not only magnetic fields there is more still do not understand, but I begin to sense, and you know that my imagination is slow but capable of going far. A brutal fuel. 
Tired of technicalities, I will talk to the lungs in hand. And since you think you both I am running out, so that way without looking at the reflections. I do not know how to dance now, and I do not acknowledge the uncertainty. So much aggressive about out of context and I am embarrassed to be showing my lungs, so I keep my face up quickly, and that I'm not, I'm a flan same. 