I do not know how I managed. They were heroes without knowing it and felt miserable when wrinkled and gray sat in front of the mirror, thinking that life had gotten out of hand, he had passed over, he had slipped when they were unable to get the juice.
In sunny afternoons as of today I wonder how people may spend 20 years at a desk, tired out on Friday afternoon, asking God that Sunday never ends even if the waste enterito front of the TV watching football.
10 years ago said he ate only to starve not because there really enjoyed the routine and mundane act of eating. Now I sleep just because the body is calling me but I feel the pleasure he felt before and I am sorry to be wasting precious hours of my life in hibernation. Let's say I'm a cyclothymic and my cycling is becoming faster. Last night on the terrace of Manuel, while having lunch with Eli today, tomorrow when you're playing in front of my sisters, I-I have-and-going-to-have this need to eat the soft nibbling world, one every day.
This situation is temporary. I will not let this chair that I paste the ass, this keyboard is sticking to my fingers, my eyes as the square back to spend their Sundays watching football.
There is a life. Is out there and ready to go for it.
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