Yesterday I spoke with a friend in this space that has been gradually dying out. His curious questions, why or why, but "now I write all those thoughts." Do not write them. Animate my journeys by motorbike to work and back home. I think and drive. Guido and dream. Then it happens that elusive other scooters, cars and take fines from speed cameras. Maybe it's better if I go back to let pegs above. How They come to me well, prick. Today
Rob asks me "One annoying thing that still do not understand myself." Today more than ever I can answer with certainty. Lost in a teacup. Sometimes I have the syndrome mouse, I feel tiny and even the simplest things huge skyscrapers become impregnable.
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