Report from the depths 
long time (enough) that I write.
I have the suspicion that it will once again be progressive exercise, then a final taste and a real torture.
Whatever, I do not think that can worsen or improve things ...
cycles and shit I hate repetition, I get the impression that everything is an infinite loss of time in an office while leaving the "best" years of your life, your perfect vision of 20/20 and stored in your dreams a drawer next to the photos and plans that expired due to lack of use. At times like
operate and communicate from the bottom and find a way to echo on the surface, as many struggle to just freeze and not run out of oxygen and under (like today) I just want to say what I feel yet knowing that nobody will read this space left.
over a month I've been dreaming of scorpions. I'm not afraid Interestingly and ironically even in my dreams I've become almost immune to the pain of their bites and venom ...
For three days, a field mouse (the kind from those in the Ajusco) had decided to gnaw the support of my bed and woke up with his insatiable appetite for me to move around and escape with a copy cynicism.
Last night however, I found that all mice seem somewhat ...
We walk through life fooling ourselves and believing that happiness lies in having a warm corner, a little food and eventually company. What we do not realize is that like the mouse in my room, the night you find a huge bag of potatoes marinated and think you're going to binge eating in your life, chances are it is a trap. And
. As my dreams. The mouse is dead. Nacho
