miércoles, 27 de noviembre de 2013


And this is the first time that I don't want to say anything about it. Why? Probably I'm tired. I'm tired to tell that part of me that makes me who I am now. I'm tired to tell my story. I think I'm complex. I can see it now. Behind my complexity, in moments like this I would like to be simpler. But I can't and I don't really want to. Just back to the Earth, or back to one of the millions of worlds in which I live everyday. The worlds in which I immerse every time I open a book or I watch a TV series. Places in which I do can be simpler.

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