Thanks ... you know ...
is not the best or the most poetic, nor the most optimistic ...
but writing is my way of thanking you for being attentive,
to care hardness with softness of my January ....
must admit that today is not a good day ... I realized it's January ... again ... but now that this is still going ... January ... exhaustion these days would not let me remember, but there is always someone who is smart and careful ... my January ...
But I'm tired ... tired of the lies I hear daily from those who should not lie to us, to feel shame for those who do not .... so I must go to see the news, then decided to turn off the TV .... do not listen on the radio more than music, but it turns out well I'm tired ....
tired of the shameless liars ...
of the cowardly, the boring
De those who can not fly, for those who do not live ... From
disrespect, injustice, inequality.
Of those who do not listen, those who do not speak, those who do not sing, those who do not play, those who do not understand.
Of those who say they do not grow large and those who believe that growth is synonymous with bitterness.
from those who shut themselves in their own world and pollute the joy of mine ...
Of those who have not heard, those with hatred.
Of those who think themselves wise, those who boast of artists.
Of those who believe musicians, who can not draw ...
Of the vulgar, thieves, thieves vulgar ....
Of those who do not dare, for fear who call themselves brave.
Of those who say brave ...
Of those who say what they feel, false, con artists, the swindlers ...
Tired of being patient, understanding, understand, share, give, give, provide, care ...
Tired of being tired .... Tired of feeling ....
Tired of feeling ....
short ...
I'm tired ...
Hopefully in a few days is February and February bring good things ... an unborn child is ...
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