An inference of perspective, a glimpse of regularity, causation of habit, and the only recurrence: my faith in you.

Caeteris paribus, circa de ti y ad portas de encontrarte. Algunos son lectores patológicos, que prefieren leer a realmente hacer. Yo, soy un viajero no muy lógico, porque viajas tu como mi avatar, alter ego, de mi – eso es lo único a entender.

And then comes the realization. That although a house was taken from you, you can still build a home in a wine jar.

Having all these lies so that you could feel special. It’s time to let go of fantasy and imagined problems. It’s time to embrace the crude and harsh truths.That the existents, the discourses, the frameworks, your words, your meanings, and your definitions, all begin to fade, away, again