dull writing these lines to 12:30 am on a Saturday, so I greet you with a slow and tired "good morning" ... slow because a light rain falling on my window sets the pace slow and bohemian clockwise and tired because the bars marked by the orchestra of his past life are inevitable in an appearance in the ephemeral present ...
The purpose, intent, purpose or aspiration of the flat outline of my thoughts is to thank those special people have read the papers she has given birth coarse my winged imagination, my fervent desire not to be read, but to be able to lighten the daily life of all who devoted their time, valuable and unrecoverable, to take a look at the thick tangle of ideas sailing aimlessly, without an anchor and rudderless in the vast ocean of my mind ...
I do not want created beaten or shot by the judgmental and prejudiced system that has absorbed the modern world ... let alone to speculate about a dearth of creative inputs needed to make people laugh with a phrase or a literary figure perfectly misused ... rather longing to see me say goodbye with a rare smile on my face Catatonic, expressing the love and the wonderful relationship I have cultivated over time with most of you my select group of readers ...
This space, this blank canvas given to me to translate what is far from being an art, but inexplicably has been welcomed by every one of you was born by the desire of this server, being a novice college student, of striking out at least two of the three things that I point out the great politician, journalist, philosopher and Cuban poet José MartÃ: "There are three things every person should do during his life, plant a tree , having a child and write a book .... This will be my book ... a collection of 237 pages, paragraphs 1.163 and 111.182 words ... all written with the purest and satisfying desire to make them laugh ... and my soul felt torn by attachment to this space, I can say that I professed deeply pleased to have had as leedores, for you, my little group of comrades in this important crossing, are those who add value and meaning to my words ... are those engendered me one night in August 2008 to smudge what today has become a thick set of manifestations of the incomprehensible and be several times as many, too many I would say, with nothing to understand ... this is so, leaving me inexplicably moved by the sublime, immeasurable and incapable of being paid in some way, satisfaction for giving me the honor and privilege to stop for a moment and read my rustic stories, quips and stories ...
Know this: I can never tell you how happy that made me write for you ... God bless you forever ... without further ado, I bid you ... not a "good riddance" ... rather a Ueeeeeeeeeje! Blessed by my dear mother, if you're with a few tears there, you disinherit a reader! And what are you saying? "Ete is gone crazy" because no! "We still have much to loquear" ...
Corporan, sigueeeeee Aaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyy ....
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