still amazes me how, years later, the relationship with a girl to lay on him, as if there was another.
It is not even used, that entropy of recent times, now I can no longer used to tell me anything that you can give a name, you can get back into shape or taste in a book.
In this undertow of transfer and retention of feelings that still is incomprehensible to me, and I want to give importance to the birthday of the that has remained one of my greatest friends ... it is today, and that in a certain way, is a root. And then I remember the others, that the years will make a quick ... and those that will make them more often than me.
Why all this desire to take the plunge I did a lot of crap which will laugh (or cry) for hours at a certain age ... Of course I will remain on the signs, but true friendships, like those of May 1 spent a few days ago, before you lose consciousness (oibò), I still seem essential.
are a large dick ... and still do not know if I have to be more consistent to the ideas or people, that's ideas, when followed, will lead far, at least some ... It seems so unbearable for a human body, who always pay the consequences. So the stories of men in pieces, in body and soul, of all the postmodern fiction that I find myself so much, those stories come back today, still ... and more ...
will probably save people, people with ideas, however, the people with whom I can share my dreams, that if you take me away, there will always be someone to take one, two, three drinks.
to forget the bullshit, to forget, perhaps, that he let go of people that I should not let go ... To forget the defeats suffered not understand well how I struggled to bring them into victories.
If I think of how much more we can do with it, I feel like a child.
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