Sunday, December 15, 2013
It works between a sharp spark to realize that without a doubt had never existed.
He always thought that everything was organized.
In happy times.
And turn everything around them entangled by dark tons of emptiness.
In times of rage.
It questions while, today, not a giant sense of lucidity.
A mental affection of the highest.
An optical illusion, so this time really is not as it was before.
And that what comes is again, something new and more elegant.
The quality of life rose in certain parts, and much.
Orange palms. Black sand Turquoise sun.
Framed photos and plastic circles.
The table is full of items arranged by subject.
Lots of crap sometimes collected.
Others, important papers.
When more battles.
Instead of very strong, he stepped around.