... good health.
So goes the famous phrase. So I've taken in this beautiful, sunny afternoon.
Actually, my intention was to go to Blogger, hang a nice little sign here that says "BLOG legally abandoned"
I became convinced that the cycles and the routines of high tide, low tide ... and that processes are initiated and are completed ... and how much reason have physical education students when they repeat the catchphrase of " kill the game before I die "
So: I went to kill him to blog. Cold
ominously, anointed with all the right reasons, which, of course, the heart does not understand.
I shook my fingers, with short, precise, studied, discrete wave motions, the powders of intimate postings they come to me sometimes, in times and places absolutely not conducive.
Who cares if I write or not? Are pure nonsense. Trivial observations. Conclusions for a sociology of the useless.
knife-mouse in hand, silencing the muzzle of the pistol of keys of costadito entered by the back door, thinking about finalization of sleep, so cowardly shrug in case, dangling from his lips the words of "I killed him because he was my"
But I was awake.
And dreaming.
As a lapdog unable to betray almost jumped for joy as I entered. Ladino sentimentality, made me recoil.
I took the brushes and brooms, I hit a sweep, the color suits him, lifted the fallen chairs, I made calculations on my free time ... to change a bit, what do I know what trifles written string.
not promise much.
not promise anything better.
But I will open this window of my world, where fresh air enters me when I need to ventilate the spirit.
