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Wolf said ...
Dear readers, dear readers:
not want to write until you have a motive or reason to do so, run and fly the news, the avalanche of information (and spawn) have made Twitter take the place of blogs, little by little It is true that bloggers who so enjoyed reading, have moved slowly to Twitter.
I have nothing against those 140 characters, but most of the things said there was a little bland, all far as I can read in a high percentage is crap. And the information the majority of the time is not supported the everything.
Although it has its bright side. You can contact them immediately with a multitude of characters, which for lack of time or desire to not have a blog.
things are troubling, in our desire for immediate quality we are leaving behind. No matter how things go wrong, but go quickly.
truly scares me and takes me to "Fahrenheit 451" We leave the important things. But what are the important things?
I have time to meditate, talk to myself, so I take more than 140 characters to express it.

My dear readers, my dear readers. I'm about to embark on a new journey, now to the north, a oasis in the desert. And'll tell you what I will dedicate and why the journey. Miss my Lobito, but I know he'll be fine. I will miss you and this space, but hopefully soon to reconnect. Full moon howls filled for you.

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A truce. After the Tuesday 13

Wolf said ...
Dear readers, dear readers:
have been difficult days as a sudden feeling of infatuation that has overwhelmed me. But yesterday, during the course of the evening, I an unexpected visitor.
dreamed, like so many nights, a lot of things, but it was during the last dream I dreamed of The Muse.
We were at home, I mean it was a house in which I knew she was, her behind a door. On a desk was a lot of pictures: she with her smile, her with her children, her behind a typewriter olivetti ...
I knew that would leave any minute, I worried to see her again, eager to see and be with her, but also a terrible fear, fear of rejection.
I had two Cokes in hand. The door to where she was slowly opened, I tried chipping in the bathroom, I wanted to pretend he did not want to see it, give me importance. Could not resist, to leave the bathroom we come face to face, we were in the eye. She resisted for a few seconds, I went to kiss her and she pulled away, I offered an apology, I handed him one of the Cokes and asked us to sit on a sofa. She smiled as usual, also scared me, I wanted to talk about all these years have been away from her, I tried to excuse my stupidity, my stupidity, I introduced my son and my niece, kissed her forehead, her eyelids, tip of her nose and she looked into my eyes I asked for a truce, with those words. I hugged her and went slowly dropping, I gave her one last kiss on the forehead and I agreed to that time as I wanted. I smiled with tears in her eyes, smiled also crying and calmer. I do not know if indeed this is what we need, a truce within a period of many years. I do not know if she dreamed the same thing and asked me such a truce, not the first time it gets in this way in my dreams. I woke up calm, just as in love, glad to have seen and our lips have kissed her but did not join. No matter. I dreamed about it and accede to your request. I'll give the truce that called for, I give the truce that deserve it, but I hope to never stop dreaming of it.

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Wolf said ...
Dear readers, dear readers:
So far about two o'clock in the morning of Wednesday 14. I busted Monster Quest Imalda Biography of Mark, so I had approached my drug information.
My surprise is great to discover an anonymous message to my previous post, these anonymous messages I would love to receive a daily basis. A reader or reader question, I gave the gift of 10, Pablo Neruda poem, included in his "Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair." That is the poem úico I know almost by heart and even though my question was rhetorical, draw very well with my current mood.
I appreciate the kindness of anonymous and told them about why it is so important to this poem.

At some point in the love life of this wolf, I shared these verses, dedicated as their own, for poetry has that virtue, to belong to one who reads and who shares it. Tore sighs and today, those words I heart swell.
day before yesterday I logged into messenger, it really do as well from time to time, and my surprise was huge (éjele, thought I'd write a capital "right?), For La Musa was connected. I wrote a shy "Hi" and according to your nick once wrote "Your Majesty." Eight seconds then disconnected. I must confess that during every second of those eight seconds, looked at the possibility that their silence ended, I devote a "Hello" also, my stomach filled with a thousand butterflies per second, my breathing faltered and emotion seized me. Eight seconds later, when disconnected, killed eight thousand butterflies in my stomach, my breathing returned to normal, my hands stopped shaking for a moment and I was miserably stupid to continue feeling the way I feel.
Life goes on, thirteen Tuesday was a great day, but I feel deep down that you have read "Hello" written by her, not only on Tuesday, if not all subsequent days would have been much better.

Where were you then?
else was there?
Saying what?
Why all the love I will hit
when I am sad and I feel distant?

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Wolf said ...
Dear readers, dear readers:
Today my son dreamed that I died, I dreamed that the planets today, including a planet that scientists know and who had kept their existence hidden from the simple fact of being inhabited by intelligent beings, began to align , night time is running out and the dawn of a new era awaits us. But we are precisely in the darkest days, which precedes the dawn.
The planets were aligned and things changed completely. The magnetic poles are disrupted causing both electromagnetic forces strong enough magnetism that we started to go crazy, both humans and animals. The planet inhabited was closer to land, and huge creatures "fell" on our planet. A strange dream.
my son's dream has me more concerned, particularly as he may have felt, I remember my worst nightmares were based on this fact, do know is dying or dying parents, was enough to wake up with tears in their eyes and maintain a latent anxiety until you talk to them. Today my son feels that way and could not communicate with me.
dream I know death is not, SIGIF LIFE, whether a change of habits, residence or a radical way of being. I lean toward the latter.
Today my mom scolded me, cares, but he interrupts me all the time. It's nice that someone occasionally scold.

I say goodbye my dear readers, my dear readers. Today is Monday and today, some hens lay.

PS Does anyone know what is the Poem 10 Neruda?

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Wolf said ...
Dear readers, dear readers:
With so many things on my mind and many others have to do. I had forgotten to fill this gap.
Things never go as you want, that is clear. You can be an extraordinary designer, psychic or fortune teller. But the future is always changing.
had not understood this concept, or rather, had not fully implemented, and it is painful to find that reality. Plans are coming down, corrupting the ideals go, and what at first hated, do not really fully adesagrada once known. It is not wrong to change, going left to fate. But either way we are free continue with this form of soap bubbles about to fly or be blown by the wind that ism has given you life.
For many years I was a spiritual being seriously studied by various occult sciences (admittedly not so hidden, otherwise there were not studied), but that I was creating a different view of what is faith and feeling a believer. Now what I need to believe in something, in myself, in God. I know that we exist (God and me), and in spite of everything He is accompanied at all times, who helps me get up. Do not want this post is a kind of redemption, just tell. My God, I believe in you, let me believe in me, help me succeed. Thank you Lord.