Every day I go past the hundreds of people, faces happy or unhappy do not know me. I'm looking for just one face, which can not. All these big eyes watch me, arguing, you will not find it in this crowd of people. Where are you? When I find this? We look forward to my defeat, because they have been told in my part of the face. Why this is not with me when the cry of propada? A get only part of the face, Remember, still exist, and not leaving.