flowers and a pack of marlboros

hello world

As a matter of fact this is my fifth attempt of making a blog work.

There’s not much hope about keeping this active for more than 3 or 4 moths, and GOD that would be a new record for me!

My first thought about starting to write in public again begun with the will to not get into specific topics, this will be more of an emo kind of thing or in other words something like a “Dear diary, today I made a chocolate milkshake for breakfast and then my significant other screamed at me for turning the kitchen into a real mess.”

I don’t think anyone who isn’t into gossips will be able to handle this, but lets get started.

First of all I feel tired and uninspired these days, traveling like I’m doing lately is getting me kinda dubious about how long will it take to turn happiness and a cheerful spiritual mood into loneliness and despair.

The nights you spend at hotels alone and wondering why the fuck they cannot hire someone from that place to do your job is getting me over the edge.

At the same time I feel that, in a sense, my empathy with people has begun to shine again, finally I am able to relate to several different kinds of people again in a manner I couldn’t have done before . There’s a feeling of understanding and joy about meeting and getting to know people from different places and cultures.

Today I gonna quote Chris Simpson on the Immovable Motorist when he says “If you don’t feel lonely then you can’t feel anything at all” there’s magic on those wise words as it brings me some confort and the hope of being in my home town for months and months laughing with my friends and spending more quality time with Bárbara and the other ones I love and care so much.

Sing it with me(the video has the worst quality ever imagined, so download the song for better understanding) !

All the wasted life
In my car tonight
I got steel and bolts and lots of holes inside
I’m immovable
Got a tired soul
I’m afraid I just don’t feel quite like myself sometimes
I get angry so easy anymore
And miss the signs
All the burning lights
In this town tonight
The suburban sprawl
All those even lines
And if you don’t feel lonely
Then you can’t feel anything at all
And if you don’t feel lonely
Then you can’t feel anything at all

I guess my venting is done for today, time to blackmail people into reading this.

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