Journals: Hate

JOURNALS, drop by drop a spoon with my own medicine

In a world so full of anger. In a work so full of noise. In a house so full of people. In a heart so full of love. The need of words is vain. The comprehension of them is utopia. The complaining is useless for a change. But does certainly poison the air, embitter the living... I just want to breathe... I just want to live. If I am to place my trash can in my journalistic expression in order to clean my space to sublime my spirit…so I must. If you bounce in this virtual corner, forgive all the mess, and ignore the complaining… I have to free some ideas and chain down some demons… so be it.

Journals

martes, 2 de junio de 2009

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