not no black hole swallowed me. Nor sucked me the witch. Much less the more likely possibility that the earth swallow me (if I believe, be given a tour of Iztapalapa in Mexico City.) None of those things happened to this writer today.
is that suddenly and without water goes, stopped literary contributions to this blog pissed, cause, yet to be discovered. But mainly it's because I did not want. When I felt like I did not know what to write. I spent like when teenagers want to have sex: Sometimes you have nobody but where and when and where, they have no one.
intense last two months I have been brought from a state of agony to one of ecstasy. At this time my meeting the keyboard was just to have evaded for work and my responsibility to write about everything that has happened. The very good and very bad. I'll talk about all this someday. For now I do not want to worry, I'm not dying or anything like that, so that side can go in peace. It's good ... very good, well talk later, because this space is going to use for something else and very nice that they want to tell you, deserves a full space for that and will be later. So we are, who understand, understand.
However I can tell you how very good these past two months, I owe my sister specifically the Red Crayola, which has been a lifeguards in this valley of tears, not only for myself, but also for General and we are grateful from here to eternity.
It's amazing the changes that are in one, in his being and his thinking. The pace of life is so relentless, that basically I thought it was when I was ten, it was like going to be until I die.
False. The way I am today, is far from what it was three years ago. To my sadness, I think many people wonder. Others stopped and miss me and look away. My family especially, I think is the most wonder, but his presence is strong and as important today as it has been forever. The worst thing is that he was surprised more, myself. And is that not to know, but I love him. I love and care so much, that I sometimes forget what others want me fair and square. It is the closest I want and worry, but I myself have been away perhaps unconsciously. So be it.
My mood has been grim few months and has been grim. The environment, the truth is not helpful. We in my country mired in a war like we did not have ninety years ago. Afraid to go out into the street. It's scary to walk in the park and afraid to go out to meet friends.
In this difficult journey, I was accompanied by the General. Sometimes I fee it and other times I load it to me. Sometimes we fall the two and someone tries to charge us, but we can not and will only drag. Other times we pulled up that one can stand, load another and start again.
On the way we lost things and lost people we care, because not everyone understands what we are experiencing. Most of the time between us we do not understand why would anyone else?
Although some people who read me here, I think the hardest thing and what most concerns me, I speak not in either the blog or in person. They are right.
The only time I wrote in these two months than I thought and felt, my beloved companion me censored and urged me not to publish. I think it was right because it was strong.
As if they have reason, I have to open up more. I'm in the process of doing and so far the first experiment in the new year was very good and I left a good impression.
is that we are not what we were, I said the first lady in those days. Definitely right. We are no longer what we were and if they return not to be. Much water has passed under the bridge, I just hope we are on track to become someone better and that the people we care about is there with us.
Our parents and our brothers, thanks for being there. To our friends who are here side and those who expect us to take a step to be with them, thanks for being and not being well. All thanks and although they are not what we were, hopefully these new ones are, we want as before, we want as well, although sometimes it does not seem.
