At 7.54 am the lights of the lampposts in the area where I hope the bus. We gathered five people at the bus stop, taking refuge from the cold polar falling purple crystals forming in my imagination. Cold weather begins, even though we are far from feeling that winter temperatures have reserved for our latitude in the Northern Hemisphere, just as the Earth is farthest from the sun's breath condenses as clouds on contact with air so hostile that reigns on Monday 29 November.
At 7.57 comes 657, whose delay is responsible for us look feedlot. Today is going to the top. Still find a seat and pulled out a brand new book that I crave ( South of the Border, West of the Sun Haruki Murakami ). The girl always goes up always stop and get seated. I immerse myself in my morning sleep. Beam is not Sun one, however, is a dim light in the environment that stands out against Madrid in the distance. I could not tell if it's day. Upload people on each of the stops on the route, exceeding the number of people it can carry. This data really do not know, but I do not see what is normal ... and even more sure. But I, on my site, I ignore any circumstance beyond my reading and the landscape that gives me travel. I know it by heart, but every day brings me as above. There are already 5 years and now I get to thinking about how much you miss when you stop to catch this bus. For now I will continue enjoying the vastness of the four towers that rise on the other and not lose sight until the last two minutes away.
At 7.57 comes 657, whose delay is responsible for us look feedlot. Today is going to the top. Still find a seat and pulled out a brand new book that I crave ( South of the Border, West of the Sun Haruki Murakami ). The girl always goes up always stop and get seated. I immerse myself in my morning sleep. Beam is not Sun one, however, is a dim light in the environment that stands out against Madrid in the distance. I could not tell if it's day. Upload people on each of the stops on the route, exceeding the number of people it can carry. This data really do not know, but I do not see what is normal ... and even more sure. But I, on my site, I ignore any circumstance beyond my reading and the landscape that gives me travel. I know it by heart, but every day brings me as above. There are already 5 years and now I get to thinking about how much you miss when you stop to catch this bus. For now I will continue enjoying the vastness of the four towers that rise on the other and not lose sight until the last two minutes away.
Are 9.8 and at the exit to the surface after passing through the basement of the Hermitage Aravaca, you can see the jam at the entrance to Moncloa Highway Coruña. That is our destiny.
At 8.11 we turn to the left by bus-HOV lane exclusively for public transport. Then we become privileged, without jam to bear, no time to run over. We are like a Super Early Bird World, as a ray of light passing through a cloud of jellyfish, immune to the passage of time to reach our goal morning. Meanwhile, the cars and faces of its occupants seem to be frozen, party masks appear, mimes conspiring against me printing.
We got out in the heat exchanger to 8.17, coming into contact with reality and the density of a city like this. Every morning I come to mind the idea that I can not cope with the pace of this company in the near future, and intend to lagarme of here when he has opportunity, following me out the race, is slowly gaining weight, climbing up my list of priorities. But for now collaborating with this Boragine enslave me and my responsibilities without option. So, I appeal to stop 132 to wait for my AG.
The happy appears to 8.33. We hopped on the bus and arrived a little late to class.
If it were not for 13.03 began to snow, while introducing an iBook data in Environmental Systems Laboratory, the morning had been normal. One morning with pain in the ass Marine Zoology class and magnificent class theory of the subject's laboratory earlier. But it snowed.
And if it were not for 17.12 Cantarranas beep rang in to put an end to the victory of my rugby team of doctors, the time after eating have also been normal. But it rang.
Then the afternoon went quiet and warm at home. Smoothly. Nothing made me look at the clock to find out when that event happened something . The two hours or so, which lasted the afternoon were bland and could not have taken place.
At 9.00 Grand Classic begins: Barça-Madrid. And 17 minutes later it was over, Madrid was not much to do in the game, they were psychologically out and defeated. Mou elegant. Guardiola not so much this time. These two hours of party could also not have taken place. Lucky I'm not a fan and I take life with philosophy, but today could have been a terrible Tuesday. But not, my life is not in football. In fact, lately, some things that catch more weight in my life. New issues are getting smart, interesting. Grow. Gradually, these aspects seduce me away from the snow and cold here. And I, as stated in the post, leave to do so.
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By the time, today is Wednesday. But my internal clock, until I go to bed after posting this, will continue Tuesday.
not find words. Rather, I will not use more words would not suffice. I fully understand myself, that's what matters to me right now. My barbed today do not give more. Good night.
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seems that the week has started well.
