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Here, far away in my room: My normal day

It is night and there is little to end the day marking the hours of my wristwatch -23:54 - which does not coincide with my internal clock, the seconds do not know or minutes, but hours used, activities undertaken and sensations. Today I suffer hangover of monotony with little motivation.

my room door has been closed half an hour and I managed so that intended: the smell of vanilla sandalwood burning in my "zen stone" (probably a stone polished and painted either black) invade the whole volume and focus, oblivious to the smells from the rest of the house, rather the absence of odors. So when I go to sleep within minutes (which takes me to write this), then take a glass of cold milk in a cup of the Beatles and brush my teeth, can get to enjoy some peace and serenity after the long day, almost 27 hours, and to deceive myself and believe in an intermediate dimension between me and the rest of the world. Like when it rains it pours. I hope so. In all this is fortunate to have this night the full moon high in the sky, shining through selfishness, illuminating my bedroom and creating strange shadows and clueless when passing through the branches of the tree in my garden. The thing promises ...

But for now, just enjoy inhaling fumes ethereal vanilla while I eat and chew slowly, as part of a ritual, each of soy nuts fried in a bag I bought two days ago in Mercadona ®. He knew this appetizer and now I'm a fan of his, brave because it requires taste, enough to make a page in Tuenti © or to place on Twitter ©. Fucking social networks. I'm lost between the whimsical forms of gray smoke that I imagined yellow, so vanilla, and then dancing on the inside with the lyrics of the soundtrack which I've been enjoying since the beginning of this entry: Sidonie, Beatles, LOL, Zoé, Jet, Coldplay ... And above all else, a phrase I still bouncing between the meninges of my head: "it great to be vulgar" ... I wonder how much may be true, to what extent it might be a bluff. And in the middle of this thought Pam! One name comes to my head, with the face of who owns the hand. And the next moment Ring! SMS. "Hell, no hours in the day, and just today I've been almost 27 hours on, I think. So what has happened ... and I'll read it tomorrow, today only I can bother. I try to remember making effort, but I can not remember who was thinking about or starting to. My frustration is short, as another memory fills my head: red dawn I was lucky enough to contemplate early yesterday when the sky seemed to be getting smashed while remaining attached by a force outside the laws of gravity. And then, automatically, there comes the picture of the full moon in the daytime, simultaneously to this wonderful postcard in the opposite cardinal point, mutually devoted magic. Yes, I have a weakness for these two stars. I love to contemplate, is a hobby. And if yesterday was worth getting up. Even today I do not know. Then, in the envelope, with the environment I'm creating, I will decide. Already

I have little to say and my feelings are obsolete by the dulling of my senses. Fried soy beans have been completed and the dying embers of sandalwood. Has fulfilled its task. Take the opportunity to do what I said before: the Beatles and milk with fluoride toothpaste. I remember in a few days I have the first consideration of course, but since my room is far from what actually is. He downplayed. At this time, nothing does.

... In bed
I balance ... of sensations and emotions experienced today (with a funeral at lunch) ... Extrapolate and analyze separately each of the facets that took place in my young life straight. I examine. And I find myself alone. Surprisingly.

Tomorrow ... please another beautiful sunrise, though I can not contemplate. And another day the moon, this time the increasing half, tattooed on my skin. Forever.

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Today was my birthday and one day away from being distinguished as socialmenet is sued and is established to have been a day like any other. It was as normal as another day of college, like other Wednesday from two weeks ago or a year ago. My schedule of college and a Currito I've found, the try to overlap with my family and friends has allowed me only a couple of hours, both about and with others. I said, a day of normal.

Some say, "Well, we celebrated with a big party the weekend right?" or "We invite you to something ..." or "this weekend to death huh?". And I said, okay to celebrate a day that is not my birthday? What's the point? Could celebrate it then, instead of this weekend, any other day? Could keep my birthday celebrations for years and then spent 5 days without break holiday to celebrate my birthday last 5? What are the terms of use?

But these are trivial issues, in my opinion. I wish I could go further. My point is the fact that they have to celebrate or mark the day in which we were born x years ago, a day subject to our Western calendar (so different from Western cultures, African and the deepest Amazon), our commitment be far-reaching and remaining in, or the need to be "somebody."

And a bit further, though it may sound like Huxley's Brave New World , utopian. I would like to be held, although not as birthdays, of course (which I'm not an asshole), but as special days and dates to remember and rememmorar, the days when, for example, learn something of value to the life or discover a new dimension in the relationship with anyone. I would like to celebrate the day I learned what it is to miss, holding that a friend discovered how much he loved his little brother, or my father (age) found the meaning of his existence.

I would remember every year on February 3 that it met that person who made me who I am, on May 14 that day that I overcome my fears and I became the owner of my actions; 23 December, the day you learned to make positive reading of each facts and circumstances, on 22 October, the day when I was at peace with myself after I have left that past behind me so burdened, on August 13 that day in which, unfortunately, but afortunadamene also discovered how unfair life is like on the weak and there are ways to deal with the penalties, on 7 July, at which time I was conscious about my strengths and the importance of exploiting and using them, on January 17 because I was no longer Prince promises to become their king, or on March 19 because I learned you can not get out of the head that does not leave the heart and all that it entails: how we are subject to our emotions (for As much as we fuck)!

This I like, among other things. Does not sound drunk, I know. It is utopian to how good it sounds. But I think the human race. Maybe I've always been an idealist.

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