BAR&ANKÁS BLOG

That villain is to think what you do not know, although worse it is to dream and not to see that you have something there ahead that does not allow you to be as you want, that it makes you be different, that nobody understands you.

My head is a foul-up, I do not know where to start or to end, that to do not than to say. I want, long, long that those who see me and know that they should understand me, sometimes I think like snake, others like a simple being, but in myself: who am I?: what do I do?, I do not know, this wind annoys me, the voices bother me, and I see the people absurd., no sé, este viento me marea, las voces me molestan, y a la gente la veo absurda.

That I am in this life … sorrow, shame or something that nobody understands, my thoughts will be my forms … …: because madwoman, No!, I know what I want, what I like, but nobody understands me, I do not find answer to that not to why of this so bad and cruel life that has touched me.

Madwoman is to be happy, free and although they do not know it they inside are sad … sad to the comprehension that you even neither see nor understand.

Panther.

A clean dawn of clouds.
The full moon.
A summer thunderstorm.
The smile of a child.
To contemplate falling down of the evening
A new life.
A starred night.
A passionate kiss.

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Too much love will kill you, this way it was saying the title of a nice and legendary song of the group rock, Queen, this phrase, from the first time that I heard it it has paid me powerfully the attention, I have always had the doubt if it would be true; perhaps be for the rotundity with which it is said, or perhaps the bluntness of the proper phrase; and in the same way it is different, what does not kill you makes you stronger.

Today it has been one of these days that without doubting a second, might classify it as of difficult, very difficult … One day, where the powerlessness …

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