was a morning of July 6 July, to be precise. The seagulls were flying, and sometimes do not seem to know more ... maybe because they are birds.
pleased I thought of this: although I did not tell anyone, I was a very intelligent person, with frequent peaks of genius.
But maybe I did not say no because I was not.
However, if I understood this at least , it must mean that I was not exactly a fool (but perhaps this statement is risky).
short, in life one must know how to settle: even in their own, insignificant value, maybe some day unable to be worth something.
For example, not Beethoven imagined he would become a great and when I met him I was a boy insignificant. He did not even hum a psalm in a decent way!
And Kant? I remember one When Woland, Bulgakov's the cute devil said to him: "Professor, you will be laughed at!"
But then, the boy has scribbled something bearable. Ludwig Van Bee and
He insisted to me that to write or compose. But I never had confidence in myself and in the end, I always lose.
tried a bench and strangely, I found her. I sat down. Was my imaginary interlocutor, and its air safety gave me (as always) on my nerves.
"Hello Richard, how are you?"
"Well ... so so. Look, let's go for a ride? I have a car near here. "
" But you, "he observed," do not drive. "
'It is true, but for that you do not exist, and yet I speak with you. So ... "
" Okay, Ric, just give me the time to call Pamela Anderson Gesualda or aunt. "
" At this time do not find them, went to the grocery store. Come on, do not waste my time in the car ... I have 3 CDs by the Rolling Stones. "
II Gesualda that spring is Pamela. Bravo type, that Self, maybe because I do not like very much.
I look like a nice guy but in reality are a tipaccio: Last year I killed 2 beetles without shedding a tear.
Of course, I also wiped out in a belly shots of Colombian drug trafficking gang, but that was routine.
scoured ... I left for someone who had never driven, I drove with the security of a criminal tamarro grew up in the slums of Los Angeles, California.
II drew his device for the preparation of the cactus chamomile, but I shouted: "Put away that stuff! I hate drugs! "
" He obeyed, stammering: "I did not know you ... so wild."
"I spent many difficult times both as an assistant and as a dishwasher fence of rusty water heaters. And the thing I was cured. Now called the girlfriend of Kafka. Now! "
" But it's been dead for decades. "
" This is not a my problem ... "sogghignai threatening.
I'll never been a very clever type, but it sure is one that inspires respect. The only trouble is the damn lack of confidence in myself.
However, the damn II should have been down a peg, damn! The roosters had to cut him much harder.
pleased I thought of this: although I did not tell anyone, I was a very intelligent person, with frequent peaks of genius.
But maybe I did not say no because I was not.
However, if I understood this at least , it must mean that I was not exactly a fool (but perhaps this statement is risky).
short, in life one must know how to settle: even in their own, insignificant value, maybe some day unable to be worth something.
For example, not Beethoven imagined he would become a great and when I met him I was a boy insignificant. He did not even hum a psalm in a decent way!
And Kant? I remember one When Woland, Bulgakov's the cute devil said to him: "Professor, you will be laughed at!"
But then, the boy has scribbled something bearable. Ludwig Van Bee and
He insisted to me that to write or compose. But I never had confidence in myself and in the end, I always lose.
tried a bench and strangely, I found her. I sat down. Was my imaginary interlocutor, and its air safety gave me (as always) on my nerves.
"Hello Richard, how are you?"
"Well ... so so. Look, let's go for a ride? I have a car near here. "
" But you, "he observed," do not drive. "
'It is true, but for that you do not exist, and yet I speak with you. So ... "
" Okay, Ric, just give me the time to call Pamela Anderson Gesualda or aunt. "
" At this time do not find them, went to the grocery store. Come on, do not waste my time in the car ... I have 3 CDs by the Rolling Stones. "
II Gesualda that spring is Pamela. Bravo type, that Self, maybe because I do not like very much.
I look like a nice guy but in reality are a tipaccio: Last year I killed 2 beetles without shedding a tear.
Of course, I also wiped out in a belly shots of Colombian drug trafficking gang, but that was routine.
scoured ... I left for someone who had never driven, I drove with the security of a criminal tamarro grew up in the slums of Los Angeles, California.
II drew his device for the preparation of the cactus chamomile, but I shouted: "Put away that stuff! I hate drugs! "
" He obeyed, stammering: "I did not know you ... so wild."
"I spent many difficult times both as an assistant and as a dishwasher fence of rusty water heaters. And the thing I was cured. Now called the girlfriend of Kafka. Now! "
" But it's been dead for decades. "
" This is not a my problem ... "sogghignai threatening.
I'll never been a very clever type, but it sure is one that inspires respect. The only trouble is the damn lack of confidence in myself.
However, the damn II should have been down a peg, damn! The roosters had to cut him much harder.
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