miércoles, 13 de junio de 2007
It´s sad not to be a good writer because I´m not able to express I feel with the appropiate words. All adjectives are poor to me, sentences seem vacuous and my arguments childish. Anyway I´m sure ti feel something important, pure, something that´s true. true sadness. Non mixed pain. I feel as powerless to describe it as to keep it. My soul is goshing forth, like a bleeding wound you know there is no solution, that it will take you, sooner or later, to the end.