rastros...

originally written on the 26th of august:

no quiero verlos, no quiero saber de ellos...no me interesa enterarme de ningua manera. no quiero nada q ver con ellos. quiero...quiero llegar y que este limpio, quiero abrir el libro y que este en blanco. solo eso quiero, nada mas...no storries from the past, no other people involved, no joyfull nor hurtfull memories, no nothing. just you. and me.

my catch

originaly written in august:

the truth is i think im great. i think i have it all, but just like every single human being on earth, i have what is known as¨"the catch", or some of us might recognize it as "the bag of nails" (maru!) . Though i belive is no big deal there are cathes that, unlike mine, are really terrible. Like personality issues, mental illnesses, even in some cases and for some people, physical appearances. But mine is nothing like that. the truth is that im not much of an intelectual person. im not saying im stupid, cuz im not. i know im smart, you'd be surprised. Im just saying I enjoy other aspects of life, I just have different ways of looking at things. For example, its safe to say that, me and politics/economics are not exactly what you would call "best friends". Im more interested in the complexity of the simple things of life. and frankly, i think thats fascinating. So yes, i belive im a great catch.