two blocks below the mine there is a junction with poor visibility, forcing almost completely stop the yield to vehicles approaching from the left . However, not being a particularly busy, most drivers should give way cross not just slow down, and after little more than take a quick look.
This fact is known by all the neighbors, and so, even when coming down the street has preference, prefer to brake to avoid an accident.
As a neighbor, was something that I usually put into practice. However, on rare occasions, when life shows me his face bitter disappointment when the blinds me making me see everything more clearly and my heart melts in thick drops of oil, not only brake, but floor the throttle slightly, always waiting for a side impact in which only one door would come between me and a huge SUV. As looking suicide without feeling the guilt inherent to it. Create my own catastrophe and not feel guilty. I repeat: for once not feeling guilty.
is like tossing a coin and know that for a moment can be as expensive as a cross. In the free fall in this momentary "that is what God wants," the dictatorship of fate, the fact can not even control my life or my death floats in the limbo of the odds and living the boundless freedom of who has been able to risk everything.
those precious moments in my muscles relax and a very slight smile on my face hints at the prospect of waiting another reckless driver, for someone to finish what I have not had eggs to start.
This fact is known by all the neighbors, and so, even when coming down the street has preference, prefer to brake to avoid an accident.
As a neighbor, was something that I usually put into practice. However, on rare occasions, when life shows me his face bitter disappointment when the blinds me making me see everything more clearly and my heart melts in thick drops of oil, not only brake, but floor the throttle slightly, always waiting for a side impact in which only one door would come between me and a huge SUV. As looking suicide without feeling the guilt inherent to it. Create my own catastrophe and not feel guilty. I repeat: for once not feeling guilty.
is like tossing a coin and know that for a moment can be as expensive as a cross. In the free fall in this momentary "that is what God wants," the dictatorship of fate, the fact can not even control my life or my death floats in the limbo of the odds and living the boundless freedom of who has been able to risk everything.
those precious moments in my muscles relax and a very slight smile on my face hints at the prospect of waiting another reckless driver, for someone to finish what I have not had eggs to start.
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