~: Tomatela

AN IDEA IS LIKE AND AFFAIR OF THE HEART

It comes to you when you least expect it. You feel it for a second, then it disappears. And later it's back. Flooding your thoughts. Keeping you awake at night.

You're distracted. It tauns you. You want it. You fight it. Things get heated. What at first seemed simple is suddenly
complex.

You keep fighting. You break through. You have to try a little harder. It's all consuming.
It's blood.
It's sweat. It's tears.
And you get what you came for. Time passes and you move on, occasionally and nostalgically, remembering only the ease of it all. The beauty of exploration. Of falling in and out of something that, in it's own way, changed evertything, even if it was in the smallest of ways,
forever.

Britt
McCamey

sábado, noviembre 12

Tomatela

Hay días negros, bastos, vaciamente ordinarios, completamente inertes y desidiosos, hasta tienen la particularidad de que te perturbe su tranquilidad, una mierda.
Días infectos que viven en la cabeza y surgen cuando uno menos se lo espera, no hay libro ni filosofìa ni poronga que venga bien… todo se resume a una buena Magnum 44.
El día está precioso y no logro disfrutarlo…………………….
Nochecita tráigame dicha señorita.

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