Thursday, March 10, 2011

Dry Before Your Period

building me a compass

Me I'm building a compass. Not to know where the North, what goes. It turns out that I no longer trust at the fixed points, I am increasingly convinced that there are and if there are not real, are imagined. So if you imagine it, trust me more than my imagination that the "provisions" which are of a rigid ... My compass does not work with fixed points, but by magnetic fields. Not only magnetic fields there is more still do not understand, but I begin to sense, and you know that my imagination is slow but capable of going far. A brutal fuel.
With this compass I'm going to go away. Not only physically see a landscape, give him a photo and return to frame and static while growing old with me. No, that is, I speak in depth. It's something you have to do, because I now know you do not explain. Are you coming or not?.


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