There are times when I have the feeling of losing the positive charge that, although not so compelling, feeds my will and my look ahead.
looking back, mistakes continue to vomit on their warm, bitter taste, almost family now.
Sometimes I wonder if all this running here and there can be to the end in something, whether it may be worthwhile.
's past the time when exploring the world, examining carefully the intricacies, I could still surprise me, to feel emotions.
And this continual hope in the future, this deep aversion to anything that is "now" ... while everything continues to run, creak, creak ...
In some cases it is better to blow up everything in the air, the result would be better.
I hope not to spend my life in growing flowers in the desert.
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