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Eight hours a day, forty hours a week, ...

time constant dripping puddles of boredom. Mind languishes in the absence of stimuli, forgotten in a drawer leaving any trace of motivation.

false eyes on artificial blue mirrored windows, was left on the dream between the fingers fading illusions. And the desire to conquer the world? perhaps the world ate the desire and hunger for emotional ramble in our life full of false promises.

wasting present in offices cold ideas were lost in meaningless routines. Mechanical movements, metallic echoes wasted intelligence. Desks longing in her eyes.

hours become eternal wandering in the fields of dead watches. Outside, February lies one of his wet afternoon on the gray asphalt. Inside, disappointment and loneliness they lie on me.

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hurt me, hurt me

spread my feelings in empty storefronts where hungry eyes and mouthed the mouths tore mercilessly. A story told but tried and convicted half full. Your cravings

betrayed me and even managed to open the distance new gaps in my weary soul. Clothes off my virtues, extolling my mistakes and natural imperfection of being turned in my paper. Nobody

hear the cries of my heart because no one stopped to ask, because it is very easy to judge knowing half the story. And there fell upon me the reproach and the inconsistencies in a world that was no longer mine, sinking through your fingers my last illusions. Sola

now vague in the distance, in the empty echo your words, your words are empty echo in my heart.

PD. I still without internet at home so I can rarely connect and stop by your blogs as I would like. Thank you very much for all that you guys are going through here in spite of these long absences as soon as I install internet will come back to visit you as you deserve.