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I know it's impossible to write something in conditions when one feels good or happy. For some reason the Muses always come to the rescue when we hit the sadness, heartbreak, torments, or uncertainty. It occurs to me now think again you have always been my inspiration, that I lost and that saves me ... my best friend, for making me dream, my own worst enemy by being the only one still able to hurt me.

My head takes years utilizándote, fingering your memory drift between nightmares, afraid to say goodbye. I guess because it suits my soul writer ... when I take something out of habit I turn to some so addicted to it.

But now, sitting in this hospital room, time passes differently and you go to import rather limited, to say nothing.

Here are happy people and sad people, it's amazing what you can produce in us the information, knowledge. As you can change your life in one second ...

The guy in the room 22, the girl crying in the room 23 laughs. Everything is a perfect compendium of smiles and tears, endless corridors, cold and heat, flowers and empty beds. Take so long trying to understand life, I confess that sometimes I forgot to live. I honestly do not know if I can ever forgive myself, but luckily today I played a special ward: that of the infectious.

Indeed I think I have caught something, and for better or for worse I remind the flavor they have the stuff ... I miss.

- "Happiness" - says the doctor looked at me sternly.

"Are they good or bad news?" - Wonder of laughter.

would not know what to say. And I'm honest. I know, I know that this disease should be exploited, nobody knows how long. There are people living in the future, people living in the past, then I am.

But this today is my flag, and the truth is that I like this room, so full of light and life. What nobody knows is that I have thought to escape tonight, before I injected antibodies to fight this disease that could last a year, a month, for a moment, perhaps just what it takes to write, what it takes to forget you, what it takes to tell myself that all give a shit, they will not be me.

What I know is I do not want to catch me here again the scheme or Actually, with their white coats, dull and pristine ... I know is I do not want to be here when melancholy comes to whisper: "You're cured."

Only one thing I regret: not being here to see faces put.

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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.

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