early morning rains away from home. Sometimes we do not know when it stopped because the water runs off in drops. I wanted to write for no apparent reason, aimlessly, with no final destination.
do not know where destiny takes me, sometimes I feel that I control, just know that I write. Do it to death, until quench the thirst of all, to find meaning to each drop of rain that I hear in the morning and reminds me that I have insomnia. Sometimes I enjoy the simple and sometimes I forget, I want to exploit others and some more back to me to start again.
did not rain all day away from home. Twitter heard by the amazing stories of hail in the City, including several people on Twitter were up photographs that exemplified the amount of water that fell there. Pod a moment I thanked the security of the cave. Surely the city was chaotic soup. They too would be equally surprised. I do not like the rain but I love to see how it happens from a window.
Write me calm. I feel like a boxer who beats up csnsarse costal announcement. I do not know how many times I compare it to boxing, I shadow, I move with agility, every click is a jab, a hook, a straight shot. Elusive my ego and plan the next combo of punches. I watch Rocky II, this movie is me, in many occasions, inspiring. The Italian Stallion fight against everything, even against himself, to succeed. A great story and great character, both always underestimated by the vox populi.
Right now there is no one to talk, rather than oneself. So I come here, like a bar to drink a chela with the friend who will listen (and then give you a good sermon) and to which you can tell everything. Ah! How I need some good drinks and company. I'd like to meet Garibaldi, I've never gone and as I want to go messing around there, to empty all that is required in alcohol and songs.
It appears that fateful announcement of 20% of energy to this gadget. As I finish this post. And I think it is becoming a habit to come here with the tlalocpod to leave a few words around here, when no one is to read, when I have peace enough to drop words like bullets into the soul invisible targets. Indeed, the fate of mammon walks and loves make theirs with my feelings, the bastard.
See you in the future.
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