Tanning Bed After Brazilian Wax My Epicentre 2 / 10 (Questions, answers and a rat)

And today in Barcelona, has a lovely day.

The Muse comes and goes, like those buses whose drivers line look bad if you commit the imprudence of speaking.

outlaw. Malcarado. Masticacucarachas.

DumDurumDurum.

Today I cast a computer. I would have preferred melting cheese, but no, look, I've had to weld a computer. I happen often. Computers do not melt. Not even cheese, indeed.

Sometimes I think something, and something happens.

If I write the word "melt", remind me to cut an ear, please. Or rather, the court is a sheep. Thanks.

nosabeloquedice speaks again.

- A refuge.

This is difficult. Thus, a boat soon, I would say that a book because there was a time when these containers-of-wisdom were the only refuge to whichrelative escape the hell in which he lived. But over time I learned to control my literary habits. Now, when I read it is because I really want to do and there is nothing pending on the agenda-that-doesn't-I have. And I enjoy more. But of course, is no longer a refuge. Before yes. And practical just escapism, but perhaps because I worked hard to make things go better me.

Yes, I'm poor as a rat, a rat but I'm happy ... If someday you see a rat smile, I'm sure. You should know. Give a little cheese and tell a joke. Good or bad, whatever. And by that I mean both the cheese and the joke.

But the truth is that the only refuge constant and true in my life was this, my city is not mine, which I will always and always just coming back. I like getting lost in it. I think the music of my best songs I've written on these streets, just walking and letting the melodies reach me, block after block, coffee after coffee, step by step ...

Although I do not know even half of what he wants, I love it.

Seriously, I do.

My city. My refuge.

And today in Barcelona, has a lovely day.