... I have come to the conclusion that I hate to travel ... Yep, I also hate "living away" from all those left behind, I hate knowing I have those days and I am not free to stay as you want, wherever ...
I have taken a special fear of the South, I feel asleep, cradled in comfort me, came to Santiago and burst into Fe excitement and commitment, I go and everything becomes lethargic and slow ... Where is the standard, the trumpets and the army? rain carries them I think ...
I love meeting new people, but it hurts me so leave them behind, so many unfinished stories, too often I find myself daydreaming: "Maybe if I lived here," if things were so "," I would like something like this happen? "," perhaps some day ... "
- Note to myself: Do not ever say "someday", save it idiot!
I travel and I have the heart once more to let go, I will celebrate the union of two very dear and although everyone knows that I would have liked to come together, I do not regret being alone is like a "little adventure", thank you Father for giving me all this and power share with these people this day, though todabia not clear where I will sleep (if you sleep) or as back home ... hehehe!
San Lucas:
"Dear Pepo-edge, if you read this in my blog I recommend only one thing: Live! And is dictating the heart to do, how, when and where to do it! The Grace is, pepofil to , to know what the difference heart of what the "brain."
PD: Sushi!
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