PEOS MENTAL 1:
Something happens to me, I think I lost the essential light, I feel so far from the person who wrote everything down there today surprised me and encouraged me, today I want, I need to write on any minute that I stopped thinking, my mind always has flown faster than me ... yet is not, and I'm not discouraged incredibly because sometimes I feel like I've been silent ...
"but now the muses have larga'o of my" I do not even declare it sounds funny or poetic in a sentence of Serrat ... that feeling of not being able to capture in words what it feels like, what you believe in what you think.
will, perhaps when the whirlwind of social networks that share so much information, so many opinions, all so immediately and without any kind of filter does one-or me, at least in particular, forget a little that "bad custom "of brainstorming, writing ... to write, to express a complete idea, developed, drawing the thoughts words. In the background is as if one could get used to the eternal, funny, entertaining and practical exercise of publishing "what are you thinking" at some point ... "What are you thinking?" And travel the world pulling mental pean, but writing.
I strongly object! I'm not pigeonholed in the group of mental pean feisbuc, I will not be part of the hundreds of people who believe they live communicated or "connected" when in reality no one is communicating with anyone ... most of the time there are veeeeery monologues that where not even attempt to express a view, if not that just say "September ... I'm here, I have a thousand weas to do but I prefer a bit disgusted with feisbuc "
I like that people can express themselves, free, fun, I think in that sense the Internet, this marvel, is as democratic as we have today and why surprised myself, and I surprised myself, who do not know to take properly, I do not want to feel part of that and I do not want to stop writing on this blog that has served me for everything ... to survive, falling in love for be ruthless with those who deserve it and open up like a flower.
So that I am, or at least treating again ...
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