Today it rained. On polluted air. On the dry asphalt. Red turns gray to return the blue. A pure blue. Tonight the stars shine more brightly. The air smells clean.
he is wearing long sleeves and slippers. Cold mornings. Wet morning. Evening to resguardecerse. Quiet nights and melancholy. Autumn begins. Time to fulfill the dreams. Time to start the countdown.
I reinvented. Almost two months ago I'm not the same. The last of my old skin scales have been washed by rain and shakes languish with amazing satisfaction autoreafirmación uncontrolled momentum.
I see the world for the first time with my eyes. With my eyes. UNo world I like, because it is "my" world. Satisfied with who I am in the world around me. Satisfied with my peculiar individuality. Not sitting in a cloud trying to see the world from above. Stepping on the mud and be proud of it. Not to seek false masks to try to trade with me personality tailored to strangers. Feel special without having to convince myself or others. Sorry
substance and form to occupy a space between you. Together with you. The fulcrum on which to move my world is in my hand. And that's all I can offer.
** A dream is a wish and a need. I will realize a dream: Now that I have no ties want to tour Europe, the cynical old continent
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