Yesterday and today, going to tomorrow.
I always suspected that my condition was a privileged, and indeed it is.
I sometimes talk with a friend about this, frankly, and certainly protected by the first hours of the morning, between the walls of an enclosed area in every way, I'm afraid all the time: a kind of curse of Tutankhamen.
Sometimes, on those nights, we puffed furiously proclaiming the nobility of our intellectual, our spirit shining silver, our home and we have enjoyed for our pain because his feet sank into the earth.
tight turns and spirals dialectical revive the fortunes of our imagination, generating sad jokes, games and travel light pastel colors of the large machine convertible with the feeling of wind in their face: suddenly had a clear day in my head.
The other night I came home and watched the dark sky in the winter-poor stars and I felt the taut skin of the face the cold, pizzicare.Come then later when I went from that place.
The day before last night I lost my job.
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