And I start writing, knowing that it annoys me. Write, but it bothers me. Why do then? I do not know, just write. I do that in many things my life.
Rio, though it hurts me soul.
Bailo, yet still fall.
Canto, yet still quiet.
think, but want to stop.
I love you, but want to leave.
Project, but subject to fail. Frantic
. "Frantic? And lunatic. Loca ever. Crazy people are misunderstood, for the simple fact of having another reality.
I do not want to seem, however, I do. Another paradox. Why? Why do it? Gentlemen is called momentum. It called adaptation. Or defense mechanisms. As they wish. It is what allows us not self-destruct. Well, we do well. After all, life without contradictions, it is not life.
CRAZY, watch out! The great geniuses are never understood in his time.
many unrelated things in a short text.
have a relationship. Mucha.
just need to know to look around.
Errare humanum est:). Ends here.
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