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15.01.2012
Vocation





I write because I can not stand the clutter of life,
the lack of order in life which I can find only in conjunction
of words.








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14.01.2012
Once upon a time, it was




I’ ve got a hurry to write. Perhaps this is because of a frantic need of being heard or just because I have no one that could listen to it. Today I woke up with a bitter pain in the chest, which one i already feel a few days ago and that took my whole body. I heard that this pain, according to people lived and experienced in life, is just a matter of time, and that we only have to give time to our anxieties, guaranteeing the right time to get it pass. What could be a consolation to me, puts me in even more imbalances. Yes, being a human being is not universal, why would the pain be universalizable? of which I speak, is a tough kind , that in vain minds than mine, would open up competition between death and the beauty of living. Aware of such complexity that I feel, I suppose everything would be more intense, the joys, memories, dreams, fears, sorrows, even the suffering. The reader maybe will think that this is my carelessness, or a charm of the youth to suffer. I say it’s not. I confess I would deliver the simplest of my few joys to do not suffer like this. My pain, which is not new, has its momentary existence in all eternity that in life there is. It is, above all, the pain of knowing that I now live and have something which, because it can not be or should not be, I will never have again.

All pain is real.