Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Hurt Neck Sore Joints

in the inkwell. I believe 5acá

Even neurons stunned by the kind of delicious stifling heat wave, typical of the beautiful city of Santiago these days, I have to start writing to satisfy my need to feel that doing something else productive to devote to perfecting the art of looking carefully at the ceiling.
I must say I am one of those optimistic people each January 1 declare with joy new year, new life . Just as I love to buy a blank notebook and think about how I will fill it to the last page and the last line, I like the idea of \u200b\u200bhaving past twelve months with new smell.
two weeks ago is 2009 and I must say I am proud of myself for being able to fulfill the promise I made to get rid of most things (I mean things as facts, words, thoughts, In short, things, that is) that last year I had a bit stuck with his whore negativity.
Now, it only takes me from above the heaviest of all and throw away the notebook last year. This time I was on the desk.
I wonder how someone can be so contradictory as to feel unable to get rid of something that keeps you moving.
Anyway, as you have that power. It has to power.