miércoles, 15 de septiembre de 2010
-"It's the product of boredom, boredom that's leisure or idleness, and that's been around for while. It kicks out the creativity or critiques as well. You stay in the middle of nowhere and time and people come and go. Time brands you and depending on each person the speed of this brand. Drunks and kids always tell the truth, where are those that stood in the middle? Circumstances that excuses the lateness of the arrival. Masks that mask the ironic truth. They come and go unnoticed, that's what you thought, but at least two people saw you, read you, heard you. In the middle of the trail you get tired and you say that you are tired but you must go on. It's only human , at some point you must rest the question rests in when to know and don't abuse. You must go on with the march even if you are branded, or stained that's what soap is made for. Although at the beginning it may seem hard, people change and those who don't, let them be too. I think this is the end and I enjoyed it. We fall and we get picked up or we pick ourselves up on our own"