Sunday, November 4, 2007

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Another dream

Ah! it's fun to write! years ago that did not. My sister has a little guilt. Eat so much junk on the computer keyboard is brown instead of white and it's all hard!.
aaah! it feels so right sort of ideas! the worst part of writing on the computer is to start thinking what the hell to write. About my life? Maybe ... sii I'll end by doing that.
But what kinds of things in my life? facts? thoughts?.
If writing is an art. Has its charms, not everyone does well, but if anyone can do well. It's about love and love is power.
dreamed (or imagine) something strange last night (you know, when you read a book and fantasize while you read on, and lugo you realize you're paying more attention to your imagination to the page and have to re-read): She sat on the bench in the classroom taking classes with everyone else. The teacher stood up and asked, Paloma, what is regret?
and I answered, smiling: I think it is the dissatisfaction we feel with ourselves when we have misused freedom.
(I fell asleep several times after reading this paragraph in a book of ethics, lying in my bed).
And he said (inter alia): pigeon, you'll study?
and I said, philosophy and letters!
and he said, but could be a model or fashion designer
and I said thanks, but I prefer to think, is the only thing you do well.
After I was more asleep and dreamed that was the end of the world because the land was going to collide with the sun or something and my mom came to get me to school (another school, not the same as the previous dream) to take home in a very odd bicycle-truck (which we did not climb ever saw one parked there), this had something to do with political evil.
and then we got into the truck of a friend with his entire family, we went to a crappy Casota well in midfield. It was like a house made of Styrofoam.
and then I went to the bathroom to shit but all the toilet paper was dirty and had to wipe with a kleenex .... when I left was a man there and that it was ladies' room.
blablabla ........ this is normal?.
Ah! stuff happen in my life and I have to talk about what happens in the other world (the dream).

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