in real life I moved frequently.
fatigue and a little 'anxiety for the news are always the same.
after two days and (almost) two nights of hard work everything is ready.
goodbye blogspot, see you on
Thursday, January 8, 2009
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Marlene does not live here any more excited
in real life I moved frequently.
fatigue and a little 'anxiety for the news are always the same.
after two days and (almost) two nights of hard work everything is ready.
goodbye blogspot, see you on
in real life I moved frequently.
fatigue and a little 'anxiety for the news are always the same.
after two days and (almost) two nights of hard work everything is ready.
goodbye blogspot, see you on
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
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panta rei
sometimes it happens that way. are you sitting on the couch with the television on, coughing and distracted, the part advertising and a song grabs your attention and makes you raise your head.
the pictures are running but could not find match in memory and then it happens. memories in a flash all: song, who sang it and where you felt the first time.
and is willing to share the joy of discovery with those who pass by here. if only by accident.
and then here: lou reed perfect day in in a scene from the film Trainspotting , of \u200b\u200bwhich maybe I'll tell you another time.
sometimes it happens that way. are you sitting on the couch with the television on, coughing and distracted, the part advertising and a song grabs your attention and makes you raise your head.
the pictures are running but could not find match in memory and then it happens. memories in a flash all: song, who sang it and where you felt the first time.
and is willing to share the joy of discovery with those who pass by here. if only by accident.
and then here: lou reed perfect day in in a scene from the film Trainspotting , of \u200b\u200bwhich maybe I'll tell you another time.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
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another round, another gift
freezes. this is a real winter not that of 2006 when I did not even pulled out of the closet my hat with a pom-pom wool pail outside and inside.
also snowed. and I enjoy a world when it snows. certain: I wish I could stay at home, running in the snow park, sit at a table in a bar with a red nose and shortness of breath, and drink hot chocolate, laughing for no reason.
instead I wake up early anyway, and I run, but just not to miss the train, which is when it snows do not drive. and then peep through the window of the office of the children playing in the yard.
I do not have budgets to do, which is not the time. budget and then the word evokes the image of a bent accountant on the accounts, and life I do not have a math course.
chief the joys, the pains subtract, multiply and divide by the hours per day of the year: if the result is also slightly above zero proclaim from the rooftops that the past year has been good and what is about to pass will be better .
for me is not so. Budgets do I leave them to others. I simply live, trying to remember to smile at least once a day. good for me and I also believe in those around me.
I try not to get carried away by the boredom of always the same week that passes, marked by schedules and deadlines, cut out this little space in the network where to be who they are and not the serial number 1219.
I hope I can still move me and not look at the life that flows with aseptic cynicism sterile and contempt.
and do not care if I see looks deplorable in the eyes of compassion, who have time and desire to look carefully you will see the calm surface of my right sleeve of a frivolous little soul.
also snowed. and I enjoy a world when it snows. certain: I wish I could stay at home, running in the snow park, sit at a table in a bar with a red nose and shortness of breath, and drink hot chocolate, laughing for no reason.
instead I wake up early anyway, and I run, but just not to miss the train, which is when it snows do not drive. and then peep through the window of the office of the children playing in the yard.
I do not have budgets to do, which is not the time. budget and then the word evokes the image of a bent accountant on the accounts, and life I do not have a math course.
chief the joys, the pains subtract, multiply and divide by the hours per day of the year: if the result is also slightly above zero proclaim from the rooftops that the past year has been good and what is about to pass will be better .
for me is not so. Budgets do I leave them to others. I simply live, trying to remember to smile at least once a day. good for me and I also believe in those around me.
I try not to get carried away by the boredom of always the same week that passes, marked by schedules and deadlines, cut out this little space in the network where to be who they are and not the serial number 1219.
I hope I can still move me and not look at the life that flows with aseptic cynicism sterile and contempt.
and do not care if I see looks deplorable in the eyes of compassion, who have time and desire to look carefully you will see the calm surface of my right sleeve of a frivolous little soul.
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