The waste that involves writing.
Writing is a criminal exercise, a waste, a spill on the leaves.
Writing is a perilous exercise, offensive and destructive. It is a put in evidence before the prying eyes of others. Be open, pierce the veil, it is painful.
If what I write (some of what I write, for that matter) I put it here is because friends have encouraged me to do so.
However, I must confess that in every 'new entry' me shake your hand and wonder. But I console myself thinking: without being read to what to write? At the end of the day, "is written to its neighbors or to God," as Sartre said left half of his 'words'.
After all, the Internet my clothes in the cloak of secrecy that allows me to be authentic. Fame oblige me, however, to write what my readers want, so buy my texts so I could eat.
As the novel that I am, I finally decided to publish mediocre verses like these, however, had not been not writing. I too, like the iconoclastic Vallejo, I write because I have something to say ...
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