The week began less than two days, Saturday and I never seemed so far away. I have always liked the idea of having a turner to go back and correcting errors or simply be able to do what twenty-four hours you can not , but in these times that instead of going back to yesterday, I'd like to get to tomorrow. And not because I can not wait to grow up or anything, but because the world appears too fast for once to take the initiative does not seem a fantasy so deplorable. But lost in all the talk does not solve the problem, although after having served as quadratic equations and tried to learn Terence, I think a must indulge in these minutes of pure and healthy discomfort free. When I started this post, the idea was to write something serious and effect, which has to be my writer : Needless to say, I failed miserably. Why I do not believe this, or a writer but as someone who is trying to become one, and I assure you that as all things are not so easy. It is not because there is no time, because there are things more important than this, why do not you think the height and because the inspiration is fickle, such as mayonnaise, which can be a crazy time, and more. And because there is Life. But you try, no? Otherwise, what fun would it be if we were all at hand? Think positive, Vale! Okay today are in the mood for digressions and cultural space-time, so what about this triumphal entry discuss this issue again another time.
Let me conclude with a sentence discovered by chance, which I enclose in seconds what often can not explain in the whole poem, because a single word can tell a lot, but never tells a story not of a single word, and therefore the choice single of them can be more complicated than it seems, and yes even more than the mayonnaise itself.
"I know a few writers on whose writings have so many comments to make on what my"
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