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.
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