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Hi all, I report back to talk about a very important issue, perhaps the most influential and voracious in my life right now . I speak therefore of time.
happens that time and I look be in constant turmoil, in an uneven fight that makes everything he does (most things) is not rid of a concern because I can not train to pass, because it does not escape me valuable opportunities for my own qualities (if wish defects) always end up limiting myself to something that does not materialize, or if concrete just does after a few years. When all are gone and spent the effect that the idea was to vibrate.
spend my days here. My workshop at the university, next to my room, my most rewarding and secure bunker in times of uncertainty
Lima is a city fast for me, too, perhaps more than ever now (That's why I have the ever-increasing desire to get out of it.) However, I recognize some merits, Lima has given me the greatest love I could have, which I still have, incidentally, after a year. Since then, sui generis thing for me.
1 year like no other. With "Baby", breaking many records .. as swallowing 3 sushi will not have to pay 25 soles to Oceanika local on the day of our anniversary. However, I still costs an egg (I like that word! But not food) to abstract fully achieve many of the trends, habits and ways that people have to move around the circuit in which I am fulfilling my duties.
grudge I have grasped the university, faculty of art, having to take the dumb argument, the whores pro-intellectual positions - rather purely visual, ie image, a mere word, the lip-who seem to have most of my peers. In their lexicon filthy bastards either wave their fucking soft drugs, and what is worse .... to its continued dynamism of high competition, just spreading -At times like this, to think that maybe, if I as lentils, so relax, so oblivious to what was supposed to lead to success I do, perhaps it will finally achieve what I want from here to several years, and what is worse, to continue your tantrum, here, for the same space and the same channel, but after it has started my autumn leaves, and generated some criticism I have never awakened from my igloo hatred. By the time winter arrives. Thing they do.
Puuuuuuuuuaj! Two things that I have become allergic to these young people around me: the sickly thirst for knowledge and the call neohippismo
One divides his time, they say. And I really do not want to read things that interest me as semiotic theories and worldview of a bitch, I just want to get me to my studio to continue a day a small portion of my drawing because my rhythm takes me 3 or 6 hours. Reason more reason for not wasting my time spending my money and my time in reviewing reprints bastards (I know, dear reader, are thinking that here the only dumb me ... keep me patience, and I will finish ahoritititita) I will not rehearse every Saturday my songs (I prefer a thousand times to sleep) but I still want-to-grasp wholeheartedly the opportunity to play some concerts.
Ponte, for me the siesta, the rich tutumeme is a great and magical time transaction. I like, encantttttttttttttttttta me sleep !!!!! ¡¡¡¡¡ I tried it and it seems very hard to get up early to seize the day. I really love, but it is becoming more stupid. Some people like my sister or my friend Sergio Dapello you take the juice to 8 hours of work. That is, you take the juice in a visually striking (which you see the result of what they do, and shit, because you dazzle touch you realize). Do several things at once, have fun and divide their time between studio work, including readings of the philosophy course, is still Sergio played guitar a daily session in the evening, stuff parallel to academic rigor .. ...
That bar is that for me! I to I can just continue with a project that I do not know when I'll stop. And I'm 4 weeks and still not finished. 4 weeks! I get scared the hell, the uncertainty of what I have in my head and for which relatively chambeo-burning, every day, never reaching completion.
's the thing. drawing pictures of my celebrated "23 years", still in the process, earlier last week.
was going to finish my cartoon this week, lol, I mean the 4th ... but ........ I had viscitudes sentimental type (waived, and that likewise involve an investment of time) as my first anniversary in love with Daggianita Madrid, and well .. see, I could not finish the dibujino. What do I do, dammit? Do I curse you and me up early Saturday and Sunday (days for which I plan to lobby my musical work and my belly just walk right pa 'above) to compensate for my crime, my take? "I leave it on stand by this picture, my only drawing in the whole cycle so far (hey, all this because it costs a kickback pointillism and, once again I remind you, I'm slow) and switching to another to avoid wasting time?
not, right? Best
out and end to sink first thing that I've already got, and I'm not as Castaneda Lossio that at the same time makes the Metropolitan see, gets to do more and more works that seem well-intentioned never seem to end.
slow type I, gentlemen. And I'm desperate. Still can not find my way, I hesitate.
What should I be patient, I follow the path and style with the tranquility and safety of a man who has confidence in what he does, and let me go with the flow and take the step of my life?
I do not know, some people like me who find the road difficult.
FIFTH WEEK TOMORROW.
SEE HOW TO FOLLOW THE SICK.
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