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As a child I used to think much more than now, custom I could hardly keep , as a child had no concerns or if he had, certainly yes. Only now I can not remember and certainly were not as complicated as now, and do not know when was that everything went so monochrome, it was a good change that if I am completely safe. Abstracted

me - but never did - I think I gave more than they really could give, I will not go if ... It is a bad word that has metastasized to me, difficult now to draw so the only way. Why?, Often wanted to have answer to everything, when child used to think about what it would be if I knew everything was simpler before but now I understand that there are things better or never know there are things that must remain secret ... No doubt it is now my full sincerity, only to be honest never really good, as is casual listening " The truth is never easy to hear ", and now more than at other times I struggled to strike a balance, as a child I used to imagine walking on a rope 20mts high. I have come to believe that lying is easier, but not the right thing, the bigger I am, the older I have, fewer people like my honesty ... Neither is it wants to do something about it and of course cost me to accept that there are things I can not change, will not be a liberator Liberties and freedoms, but when everything was simple child, "What complicated is when dreams must realize them. "

11/Feb/09 10:00 pm

Barqto

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Child To think

Where are you? ... Where am I? ... Do you look at me look at you or me? ... I do not want chase fleeing my actions, nor think you more if that means thinking me. Anyway who speak of a happy ending, a better speak now, without further reference to the time that their very presence that overwhelms every space.

disappeared, and gradually disappeared. Where was I?, Where do you go? ... Away from here I think, or closer where I can not see you or me. Maybe it was back to my mind, or perhaps more internally. Where many things are not meaningful or really ever come to matter. And never shall again return Ever? do not know, not want to keep wondering if that means pensarte . I odd I miss you, I do not talk, or talk to me, and do not talk. Does it really matter?.

cross-examination, what questions and I can not answer and you do not get the answer, but rather from me, I will not move forward, not backward. Just keep this time and space uncertain ste mistake, of emptiness and fullness, pain and pleasantly absurd joy, for as once thought that, no I'll always be the most honest of all, and I do not want to hear if That means listening.

10:38 pm
11/FEB/09
Barqto