The shorter the horizon haze, limiting vision, blurring the outlines. Today is a gray day. The sea, dark blue, no, but a gloomy aspect. The wind whips my face while balancing my body to the rhythm of music. The entire spectrum of green flowing before me. The beauty does not make me sad, but excited. I love marjalería vegetation, palm trees and pines. The channels that are penetrating into the marsh, stepping into the unknown.
I like Julio Medem. It is one of my favorite directors. I loved The Lovers of the Arctic Circle, I fell in love Sex and Lucia and I hit the Red Squirrel. Now I'm listening to the soundtrack of the second, by Alberto Iglesias, El Faro, the advantages I have. CHTMLX
ra generation: prehistory of the advanced stage of capitalism ", in which a man recalls a teenage love and sexual relationship desired and dreamed that never come true. Many years later, has a chance but he gives it, for it is not the place nor the right time. "Sometimes words are those which remain on the tip of the tongue (this reflection, which appears in the story is perfect plane as corollary of this story, simply replace words with action.) Unfulfilled desire becomes an obsession, but time does not forgive. You have you ever stopped to think what time of your lives regresaríais possible if you turn back the hands of the clock? "You would change anything? I still
writing and goes "I'm going to die so much love." What a beauty.
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