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too often it seems that time does not pass, and yet everything changes.
A year of change. A year of hard choices and difficult, but still solid sn ... still ... .... decided
And the words seem to me the only way to find in all that I am facing a common thread.
That something to say that I'm wrong, that my choices, good and evil have brought me here, where they are right now and what I did.
And if you were just an excuse what I wanted.
I go to bed with the suspicion of not knowing who I am and where I'm going: more and more I wonder I'm lost in a maze.

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go back to writing.

after almost a year I take ... I take this immense space .... I take to fill it with everything that's in me atest and between the fingers frantically beating on the keyboard.

Resume derailed ..... Back to my greatest love .... always return to my companions: the words.

sweet, bitter, fresh, rough, stubborn, insightful .... ... My words are words that always use that little man always, I leave in my throat, I imagine and which do not give life.

In a rainy day, I go back ...