Yesterday, the whole city is wet. was in full rain and I, under any pretext, went outside to feel the water on, you know, those old vices that remain for one kid. If my mom told me that I was wet, I found more pleasure in walking under the jets falling from the wings of the adobe houses of my old neighborhood, the more I felt rich splashing water from puddles to jump into ... go, what times those ...
few days ago, I was a little tired of everything. Of those evenings when you're tired, you do not like food, money and not enough and the work is tedious and boring ... but it happened that came to my seat the smell of a delicious flan. Yes, I swear that made me mouth water just smelling it and I could not concentrate. I thought, I swear, it was just one of those silly jokes of desire, but not in a little minutes more, left a rich flan mold that Paty I did, because something made me remember how much was flattered years ago with a . No need to tell you that I saved the evening.
Friday night, do not ask me which gave me a huge desire to play guitar. He stuck a lot of songs that X or e reasons was unable to make whole, so I worked in the fill of "wild world", in adornitos of "follow me" and "Cats In The Cradle" ... I loved it even start with "Lucky" by Jason Mraz and believe me, is a paramour sensation of feeling that comes on the same notes as the original. I remembered, and I was eager to go outside to play the guitar again, find a bar and watch the chelas come free, invitations, flirting ... that is the problem of joining the chelas, and music night, leaving a kind of infection in the heart that never goes away. However, I shall not come, nor tasted the bitter and rich of a cold beer, but if I let him leave me a lot of emotions that I have been archived for better days, is ... I dare say, almost therapeutic.
On Friday, coupled with that is my day off radio, I love taking my pekes to the schoolhouse. I like to dress them, take what chamagoso and change their diapers. See them walking, smiling, making quips and then see them go through the door of the building, the hand of his master ... making me the proudest father in the world. Then I go to school. I light a cigar, buy a coffee, sit on benches and read a little and when it passes the bolillero, it is time to call pigeons for breakfast. I love migajitas come to eat, because, in their gray wings and light, bring handfuls of memories of my childhood, from the stable of Don Taco, full of birds, the flutter wave that caused the run after them in the socket Mexico City ... So come, eat and flutter, making me happy one bit.
Life is not complicated. It only happens the loading of things we do not need, therefore, accumulate and are making a terrible burden to the extent that we throw everything. If you do not want to give your tree a rotten guavas, the solution is not throwing all the guavas. Look and tell me. Is it worth throwing a kiss of love, getting rid of the memory of a snub?, "valued the same as a hug from his mother that a coup? ... I think not.
Then, why let the bad things could spoil what makes you happy? Not worth putting a smile, even when things go wrong, but apparently not fierce monsters? For me yes. Worth pursuing being nice though I walk pissed. Worth offering a sincere smile but not know who would smile, but it needs money to be honest, be loving it because I am with those I love. And are otherwise bullshit.
Today I woke up, after rain, wet clothing heat in the bed ... and I write about what I feel. And I feel great. Just.
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