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Today is one of those days when I need to watch me, hug me and tell me:

not worry. Nothing happens. I love you.

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I have my sadness there, hidden, putting pretty

I have my sadness there, hidden, putting beautiful,
in a place where the violins sound a setback,
where these violins were taught himself to play with bows and arrows,
where General Custer himself left some tears to see that for
that he had fought, and made no sense,
and in his madness and grief, killed his own and mine.

I have my sadness there, hidden, putting beautiful,
sometimes see me running, moving away me, and incomprensiblemnte
the chase,
as if it were to be lost forever.

I have my sadness there, hidden, putting beautiful,
and it is she who teaches writing,
or write, and sometimes arises
as
smile and sometimes in the form of wind and sometimes I touches
,
to not forget that you are there, putting pretty.

And it is already part of me, as well
joy, and laughter
,
and smile,
and the urge to scream, yell
of how close I have for you, or how far
see you .

piano sounds in the distance,
friend of sadness in my heart broken
,
near the heart,
bubble death
of women and men dead.

I leave this sadness, better than mine.

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the end?

ummm ... I'm rolling a village in front of this screen and the only thing I can think of is, because I'm writing this blog? At first it was a means of communication with the rest of the world beyond. then become a diary for me, for things that happened to me. Then the medium to tell which was my girl who loved her, and then, a means to tell the world, or anyone actually releasing the shit I had in mind.

now? Now everything has gone elsewhere. Hub rubik has been around more, and rarely actually write something decent, something that deserves to be part of this blog.

Sometimes notes that come to mind, or things that others say I look like a very large interest, unique, fun. No longer hang pictures, or tell anyone what is happening around the world through my eyes, my thoughts.

The stories I tell now they belong to another world, a world in which I, a world that does not even know if I belong, but it is clear that I do not belong to him. And I belong?

remember when I was Lola or carmencita or all of those things invented and made me real company, which destroyed the solitude. And remember to South Americans and their stories that I tried to capture here in this blog. And I remember Japan and the different speeds of life. E Hiroshima and crude boat ride. Or the arrival in Shanghai from fog.

But all these are memories that I once wrote, that are already elsewhere. Not if you keep writing blog. Maybe if I find more stories to tell, maybe.

S.