Wolf said ... Dear
Lectra, dear readers:
In these days of rest well-deserved and well paid, I began to reflect on my life. That has nothing in particular, I know, but maybe the specific issue.
I began to take stock of Muses.
of all, ALL have been special to have loved each one in particular, with the intensity that have allowed our burdens, with some I have found my body and my soul with others, but all I discovered that I am a better person when I'm sharing my time and space with the one you want with me.
Many think I'm a cynic, you're right, others also will blame me that I only talked about a muse, are also right. Not be consistent in what is that while there's Musa is clear to me that I no longer exist for her, but she missed being beloved with this strength and the tenderness that I can give. Others have been lucky and more than one too, have had my semi-schizoid state.
At the end of the day I felt loved and abandoned, loved and hated, respected and reviled, missed and forgotten. And better then before I cut that looks like a song Arjona.
I lived, I still live despite the recollections, despite myself and wish with all my love to those who do not deserve it with those who do not deserve more than a cold greeting. So I am feeling strange to love, but hesitating at every step in doing so.
Howling for you.
PS Tomorrow is the event IV ART UNDER THE MOON
Time Friday, November 5 · 17:30 to 21:30
Place Theatre Eugenia León "Civic and Cultural Center" Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz. " Francisco Diaz
Indalecio Esquina Madero.
Col. San Javier Tlalnepantla, Mexico.
FREE ENTRY!
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