Day one of this month I went to the wedding of some former colleagues. There I joined with many others who long ago had not seen and celebrated as if the next morning we were sent to fight in the diseased heart of a former French colony . I was not so wrong, my life since then has been a struggle on two fronts: my own physical debacle on the one hand and labor exploitation other. Today I ache muscles, bones, cartilage and joints that never knew existed (at least in my body.) As soon as I recover from the promise to incorporate all my sexual life . ----------------------------------------------
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I am increasingly aware of the death of my creativity . Years ago I left my worries completely plastic. It seems that in recent months has come the turn of the music. Not only I am able to compose or record anything, but every time I find it harder to theorize about it. It was one of my passions and today the most I feel about it is burning. It is a mental process of impoverishment that is spreading to other areas of my life. Every time I have less talent, less mental agility and my conversation is poor, lazy and boring. However I have to admit that I have released quite relieved my mind of melodies, musical theories Dadaists and other herbs.
Perhaps you are trying to vent my house just by opening all windows when a tornado comes to town, but I like hitting jumps and hear my brain crashes into the walls of my skull. Now it is that these shocks do not follow rhythmic patterns. Do you get it? ----------------------------------------------
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Yesterday, the Judas Priest concert balance I owe it to my teenager. For two hours he was leaping to the side of my thirties I, while my physical I hugged my wife, who was as excited as us three. Bawled the four, singing with some of our best friends, enjoying the same manner as naive and eager to life that I enjoyed the wedding day of the inauguration of the month. Today, as organic reaction to the euphoria of yesterday, I feel very old, very ugly hollow and tired. I need a few days of isolation and absolute rest next to my Alicia. ----------------------------------------------
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This morning, however, I made clothing for my brothers, which made me a visit. They and my wife injected a dose of self emergency. It's great, nobody is bitter that give cuddle and tell you nice things people admire.
Little agreed to invite him to eat at a McDonalds (to hell with the diet.) As we struggled against a giant menu Big Big Mac (the requetemierda with diet) my brother told me how he had found that my presence came to scare some people. He also said that those who then treated me to my dealings were puzzled as warm and courteous. The laughs I almost choked on a crouton Caesar salad (diet "?), But could not replicate anything, he boasted that her friend described him with three words" cutie, gay and wanting to shit " . So anybody.
