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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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There are moments in life - and is the only simile that occurs to me perhaps because I have to hand - when we feel to be involved in a sea of \u200b\u200btranquility , a warm and serene ocean where the waves with their soft, swaying gently shimmy our body, unable or unwilling to prevent, is carried away, leaving lulled by the crackle of foaming among the stones and the soft murmur of the wind that always with him, which is part of the sea I know, I dream that I miss, I cry ... Did not is it a tear a small piece of the sea? ... wind and ocean, ocean and wind, two inseparable beings, perhaps linked from beyond the times, perhaps condemned by God knows reason or unreason not separated again.

There are moments in life when we are plunged into a deep indigo sea and peaceful, with only care about the movement, where silence is communication, where a look is enough to discover an "I love you", where a touch is a act of true love ... a light and dark abyss where we need not see why you feel becomes the essence of life, the fate of every second, in the true and unique experience.

There are moments in life where we tend to become fish and see the world through the waves ... I'm one of those moments ... maybe shorter, maybe longer, hopefully timeless ... each day that passes is another day Each day that passes is one day left behind, each day that passes is a drop in addition to this curious point in life where I am, from deep inside, surrounded by the sea.

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Although lately I live with my mind blank this morning I re-opened the window to air the room ... but I like cold weather, try to catch as much air as I possibly swelling completely my lungs acting as a globe, those of colored like me so much ... I hear the sound of the gulls on the roof and the ever-pleasant smell of freshly baked bread from the bakery on the corner, that loaf of bread so many times I ate ... the soft sound of wind Coruña, noise from nearby unconscious shake carpets in the windows filling my head with dust, the smell of coffee neighbor 4 - though I particularly prefer the hot chocolate and watery - a tear appears on the corner of my eye, I'm healing, I'm sorry, I can still see life in colors, as always ... I try to remember how long ago did not, for how long not open the window ... I do not remember ... I need to go back to what was, what I've always been, I hope to open the window every morning as I have done since I have memory.

Happy 2007 to all my friends invisible and that not so, please wait.