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Love?, Are you there? Things

I have just dropped a lock of hair.

I can not stop thinking that I have so much work that nobody helps me, as the bureaucracy in Mexico is jammed, when thousands of public servants, like me, suffering on millions of old-school bureaucrats who are is far from retirement, who can not run because they are the union, those who can not even touch because they are political favors ...

I'm thinking it's Friday, are 7:16 pm, which it's dark, forcing my brain to make another trade to beg them to give me information ... All for enforcing the law, as supposedly they should be.

I'm thinking it's cold, my heart is beating every fifteen days to give you a taste. That I do not think so often in love and the illusions that it causes. Every day I read less and distressed me more.

'm as sad and strange.

I just think to buy a camera for those of professional photographer and go with my savings to travel the country. A live answering phones, for example, who cares? Who gives a professional license if you're caught between 9 and 9 minimum, in the office without being able to live?

'm as angry about becoming a piece of nerves and I stopped writing ... If what they say? "Poser" for fear that people would read: "poser" because I loved to go to cafes and fountain pen to write some stories ... Poser ....

I see my calendar filled with meetings, with meetings, training and love that lies behind three or four hours in bed and not wake up even though I at seven in the morning and taking classes ...

Where are you love? Or do you well hidden went on vacation? Where are you

to photograph you with letters? That was what I was up to me ... Do not write in twitter, not on facebook, I played my fill this space of pure love, pure point of pure self.

Saturday and I will go to the concert of Camilla.

I sing this song , like love, I moved back ... As if the world was over at the time in which he was belting out ... And that something is moving back there.