today do not have a specific reason for writing. I'm sitting in front of the screen and I enjoy playing with the keys, while a little 'apathy sweeps in the day. I really have little desire to begin to do anything: I did not put the pasta water to boil, I cut the vegetables, I did not open a book, I was in my pajamas. to save time I opened a package of crackers, I made a couple of phone calls, lit a cigarette without much enthusiasm. I thought that kind of person who always know what to do, they always know what to say. those who live improvisation so that nothing can surprise them, but they can still enjoy the unexpected. I thought about how time is eating itself regurgitating from time to time because they are too sour and rotten. I thought today was a beautiful day and seems to be a spring, and like the cold punish my observations become distracted. I really thought a lot of things, without much attention, in the silence of midday, when all the offices out and squeeze until the last minutes of their lunch break to try to forget the place where they are. the lucky ones return home from their family, find something hot and ready, the less you settle for a sandwich. salad, "for health or women in perpetual quarrel with the balance. I was thinking how strange it is the intertwining of all things, as everything is blended and poured and served, and reserved. is truly a wonderful day of winter he plays in the likeness of my favorite season; little joke a clear sky.
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