I wanted to see so many people, but I see a few years ago. It really is a tragedy to know the address and the date and not being able to handle those times that I have left. I tried to hold on to them, where can amarrármelos yet, though the hold, I get out of hand and you can not do anything about it.
I must admit that this feeling of nostalgia I had thoughtfully throughout the weekend, but now the sadness has been dissolved with this new awakening in this soup we call daily routine. The loneliness goes away in all those old habits that enslave us every day, and we are on time, dragged by the crumbling life and all those epojés that we could save custom. (Although personally, I tear it down after the pick and one day I took them to get drunk glass after glass of Philosophy)
Today I'm in a good mood, I have wanted to do bodypaint, making love, of being good, a prolonged hug. I have wanted to swim, jog, to face the coming days with a smile, write and speak and give this piece of me to read it.
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