Time has passed so quickly that I could not absorb so much change.
All to well, what worries me. I've always been afraid when things worked, it's as if I am not accustomed to that I can be featured in a state of calm and wellbeing.
I take it as a gift.
What remains to be an irony, given what I have struggled and suffered to get here. And I assume the irony
grateful.
respect to the parties still undecided. I've been through all kinds of states, from the compulsive passion at Christmas, to hate (due to exogenous reasons), to indifference.
I moved the frontier of the year. There are now many and I am still excited anticipation.
The rest is more of a hindrance. Except when I see the enthusiasm on the faces of children.
I have not had time to feed the blog, which means that I have also disconnected from the other minarets friends. Sorry
. I really I feel my procrastination. Not on my balcony, not to follow the lives of all who are part of my talks after years of solitary, or in chorus.
I would like to wish everyone all the best, health and work and things that are real.
But above all I wish you much strength, long boot, chicha, nerve energy, which you deem best, whatever, as long as you serve to keep going, to keep hope, to remove the head, to take value.
When a certain age, more than thirty (which is a lot more time than the eighteen Neuro), one begins to realize that there are no more cards on the table. Is what it is, one's life is what it is, and no more than what we have in the backpack.
So you have to be of value to those cards, shuffle, pull your other hand and start again.
Another year, another month, or day.
That's what I wish, dear all, strength to shuffle.
A hug from my heart.
Ps.-Listen to this work of Charpentier.
is probably one of the most beautiful creations for Christmas.
All to well, what worries me. I've always been afraid when things worked, it's as if I am not accustomed to that I can be featured in a state of calm and wellbeing.
I take it as a gift.
What remains to be an irony, given what I have struggled and suffered to get here. And I assume the irony
grateful.
respect to the parties still undecided. I've been through all kinds of states, from the compulsive passion at Christmas, to hate (due to exogenous reasons), to indifference.
I moved the frontier of the year. There are now many and I am still excited anticipation.
The rest is more of a hindrance. Except when I see the enthusiasm on the faces of children.
I have not had time to feed the blog, which means that I have also disconnected from the other minarets friends. Sorry
. I really I feel my procrastination. Not on my balcony, not to follow the lives of all who are part of my talks after years of solitary, or in chorus.
I would like to wish everyone all the best, health and work and things that are real.
But above all I wish you much strength, long boot, chicha, nerve energy, which you deem best, whatever, as long as you serve to keep going, to keep hope, to remove the head, to take value.
When a certain age, more than thirty (which is a lot more time than the eighteen Neuro), one begins to realize that there are no more cards on the table. Is what it is, one's life is what it is, and no more than what we have in the backpack.
So you have to be of value to those cards, shuffle, pull your other hand and start again.
Another year, another month, or day.
That's what I wish, dear all, strength to shuffle.
A hug from my heart.
Ps.-Listen to this work of Charpentier.
is probably one of the most beautiful creations for Christmas.