tengo miedo aun... de fallar, o de saber que siempre fallare, ¿qué hacer?...paralizado me dejo llevar. Vergas no se que hacer, seguir en un trabajo donde no ya no puedo seguir...me urge escapar. La ultima vez que me paso algo asi me arrepentí, ¿será igual ahora?

Ficción para todos, que los recuerdos corran libres y hagamos de ellos un bacanal al fin y al cabo solo somos momentos...

nop, llegaste a tiempo Papa, gracias... el hueco que mi madre dejo...yo la vi morir, que placer y que dolor. Mi madre en un momento de locura no supo articular su testamento emocional y eso hasta hace poco lleno mi corazón de un vacío que no puedo llenar. Mi padre es mi roca, es mi ejemplo... un verdadero héroe emocional, mi madre por el otro lado me lego la duda, el vacío y la vida. Les debo todo y nada, y sin embargo vivo a través de todo y nada. Mis muñones dicen hola, mis ampollas dicen: como estas?...

kingdom come already, the leaf are falling through the branches and without any warning I fell the yearning of my mother's forgotten words once again. My heart is bleeding although I wonder if is a fantasy to keep wondering about it. Perhaps you should stand aside and watch. It was a saturday afternoon, my mother was very sick I think I made her breakfast...fruits and a toast, she never was the kind of person who would take a large breakfast but ever since she fell sick a poor appetite roam her plate, so for me was doleful try to make her eat. I made a fruit salad cutting every little piece in a complicated construction. although she was week she radiated strenght. She fell the night before trying to go to the bathroom.

The sight and the crumbles

Thinking about the mesmerizing sight, a promise of reckoning...what a sight one I said!...I am not withdrawing nor regreting but now seems obvious than I should seek the solution for the moments afterwards. Is not about reaching one´s desires but to learn about letting go as life hardly complies to them but more often shows the leads of new perspectives. That moment when I see no visible or predictible outcome is overwhelming although now I seems to understand that that´s just how is supose the cookie to crumble.

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Today I wake up not knowing how I got to my bed, first thought of the day? Breakfast... the second thought: Consciousness of being dressed up, the next one: fuck!