So, this will be my first CD of 2K5. That is, if I can found it here.
Wating for two blue pills to work against this damn cold... What an ugly day indeed, three times I was about to cry. Two of them actually a tear come out. But I managed.
Day started reading El hombre mediocre, by Jose Ingenieros, followed by work and more work... Took a couple of minutes to go out for fresh air, to breathe, and found myself walking between melancholy walls and buildings.
At the left, passing by, was an old men, holding a bunch of balloons on his hand, and all I could think was my pockets, where I had all my dishope, and wished I could let it fly away like a balloon to the sky.
I briefly smiled, lowered my head, kicked a stone, and kept walking. With my hands in my pockets.
Didn`t work. It was still there.
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