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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