Sunday, January 27, 2008
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Paddle Boat For Sale Ontario
s, already abundant. I never liked the expression that life is hard and that we must learn to survive in this world, because I never understood why all the bad accept as an axiom, to base your life on these truths. I guess it's very healthy today, believe, need, you have more good things in the world than bad and leave aside the poor to rely on the good. I think that's what I do and not that I consider a good person or whatever, no, none of that and perhaps that is why I'm so weak, because basing beliefs and unrealistic hopes that I myself support. Believe that everyone has reasons, everyone has something good inside, believing in us and that same belief after you down by not seeing it, not even in you misma and that's a strange feeling of disappointment, like when critics praise something or something and you feel terribly bad about not having that something to praise or feel terribly bad about having that critical. So peace is never achieved, right? That never ends.
Today was a strange day and I needed to clarify some things in my head and well, in recent months I have learned that there is no better way to do that and then being able to write it and read it again, after a while in order to study and learn from it. Reading
DeLillo and "Man of the jump" (This man writes very well).
Read "Light in August" Faulkner My God (not the best).
By reading "Under Western Eyes" by Joseph Conradd.
Today was a strange day and I needed to clarify some things in my head and well, in recent months I have learned that there is no better way to do that and then being able to write it and read it again, after a while in order to study and learn from it. Reading
DeLillo and "Man of the jump" (This man writes very well).
Read "Light in August" Faulkner My God (not the best).
By reading "Under Western Eyes" by Joseph Conradd.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
What Does The Inside Of A Vigine Look Like?
and all what was desirable and accept what I ordered and I believe that the child already knew the answer, but hoped I decide, I finally gave him the way to go, their fate, because know why I had to do myself.
All were in something like a park. There was no one I know really, but my dreams were part of my world and there we were all under the sun, spending the day, watching him, the boy's father and he joked and played and jumped into the pool splashing the rest, without knowing that you watched, that we all did, and perhaps already knew but had to wait to give us the final reason to act.
I under the sun, the boy next to me, waiting patiently. Some crossglances with someone else when the child's father did something unusual, but nothing, all calm, children swimming, people talking, the cloth stretched on the green grass. A typical day in the country and something happened. A fight or something, I have not very clear. There was some dispute or something happened, a situation in which the rest would have done only one possible way and that was to keep calm and do the right thing and that was the defining moment because he did not. The tranquility of a fun day in the field became a moment of danger. A fight or an attack, do not know, do not care, whatever. The boy's father did what he should not, lost his temper, went to defend someone or to discuss a fight and then, I think to use algI do not know, someone did something wrong or not well enough and the bear found us and everything was chaos and screaming and death, struck, because the bear was inside and there was nothing that could stop and we were all terrified and confused by the darkness and ran and the house was cold and took a chair or something and used it to give a wooden wall and break. And wood chips scattered around me and on the edge of the hole and entered the cold of the street and all went in a few seconds because I had to act fast, because the bear was there and took the children, I do not know how many, or Who, or what it meant to me. The grabbed clothes, some were very small, some were carrying babies in their arms and others grabbed and threw the hole q
All were in something like a park. There was no one I know really, but my dreams were part of my world and there we were all under the sun, spending the day, watching him, the boy's father and he joked and played and jumped into the pool splashing the rest, without knowing that you watched, that we all did, and perhaps already knew but had to wait to give us the final reason to act.
I under the sun, the boy next to me, waiting patiently. Some crossglances with someone else when the child's father did something unusual, but nothing, all calm, children swimming, people talking, the cloth stretched on the green grass. A typical day in the country and something happened. A fight or something, I have not very clear. There was some dispute or something happened, a situation in which the rest would have done only one possible way and that was to keep calm and do the right thing and that was the defining moment because he did not. The tranquility of a fun day in the field became a moment of danger. A fight or an attack, do not know, do not care, whatever. The boy's father did what he should not, lost his temper, went to defend someone or to discuss a fight and then, I think to use algI do not know, someone did something wrong or not well enough and the bear found us and everything was chaos and screaming and death, struck, because the bear was inside and there was nothing that could stop and we were all terrified and confused by the darkness and ran and the house was cold and took a chair or something and used it to give a wooden wall and break. And wood chips scattered around me and on the edge of the hole and entered the cold of the street and all went in a few seconds because I had to act fast, because the bear was there and took the children, I do not know how many, or Who, or what it meant to me. The grabbed clothes, some were very small, some were carrying babies in their arms and others grabbed and threw the hole q
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