Sometimes when you have nothing to say or to contribute is better to be silent. Sometimes the silence is the answer to the questions we do every day and that the noise of our words, our thoughts kept anonymous, isolated, hidden ...
This space is small cave that one day it occurred to me hang up, publicly, is nothing but an attempt to form words that silence, which sometimes does not leave me through my throat does, though clumsily through my hands ... I still do not know if I did well, I can not decide which was what prompted me to do, if anything was the ego or the need whether despair or superficiality, the truth is that there is or may be better to say here I am ... I do not know how many people pass through here every day, much less the reasons of his brief visit and to be honest I'm not not sure if I care or ever really mattered to me.
However, that said, here I am, not who write and direct my thoughts to those well-equipped to get them up and remove the wrap, ornaments, flourishes. Meanwhile, give it time, waiting for some response, some kind of indication that the words are more than ink, signs, dark spots on an indefinable substance, that words carry much more than what I'm saying ...
Eddy, Horus, Virgin, Joel, Alexis, Eduardo, Yayo, Aristotle, Cristina ... some others own name and a few anonymous ... you read my writing and sharing my feelings, I thank you wholeheartedly for being there, for sharing your words and your space ... If I do not feel close is just your imagination ... Forgive the inconstancy, irregularity, sorry, well I am, is something I can not cure ... I'll keep writing, from time to time, when I chop the bug of the need to share the silly things that go through my head, I will not be much but I without masks, without veil, without walls through ... maybe you know me better than those who read me that I heard every day and probably will understand these four letters that I write.
Until then ...
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