The weather is bad ... that's ugly and depressing wet ... That ugly that smacks of missed opportunities and moments forgotten ... That bad that you leave a stain on the spirit and a heavy heart ...
And you can not do nothing, are God and you do not have enough money to go chasing the sun ...
can only sketch out and look for opportunities or rummaging in dusty corners of your brain to find happy memories to remember that we override ... mediocre
Because this is what you leave a time like this, memories that are neither poor nor sad happy ... just a wasted space, as if we had to overcome a thousand lives before, and when the one we have just enough to make us taste the desire to become immortal.
Lidia
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