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imagica_icare @ 2010-06-10T16: 07:00

Today I stole. I did nothing, it was not anything violent, but they took my wallet, that is, as I was hanging in the micro way to school, someone put his agile hands on my bag and took my wallet. Fortunately, minutes before he got my ticket and my student card for the minibus not fuck with me passage passage and the sound of coins in my ear, especially with the car full, so I took the brief moment when I sat in a seat reserved for it. When an old woman gave up the seat and went to stand. I guess at that time that someone took while I clumsily like a lifetime, trying to maintain balance. I know that I dropped my wallet because I had left there, that I remember, I have always careful with my wallet, close everything and embrace my luggage. But I felt nothing because there would have been so put an elbow and said: What the hell are you doing?. Had reacted.
In short, do not take anything important: 20 soles, my IT, my ID (yes fuck me = /), I did nothing, fortunately. Apart from that

'm sick. I finished all my checks so now I just have to study for finals. Well, buy a new wallet or may choose to take the money in your pocket and the cards in the trunk (?) And AVOID at all going on a bus so full but it was almost impossible for the time: 7y30. Only I happen to leave at that time. Normally I get up at 5y30, I shower, breakfast and leave at 6:45 and find all empty cars but this time everyone came up early and bathe my take bath at the end. Looks like I'll have to get up even earlier.

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I Possessions

I have a trunk where I keep sunsets, fleeting movements of time.

Open it in the dark, the wind tickling your senses and the eternal sorrow of your heart.

Look inside it, notes, collected every piece of cloud, all the sighs of my loneliness.

Walk the gradient colors, widen your chest to breath, smell the freshness of the tree, contemplates the fickleness of life, savor the moment, not be repeated.

I have a mirror that projects the shadows of night, striving to speak with the space, the infinite lurks. Search

your eye sight without evil in every being

no mouth laughs of the weak, cowardly neighbor's cat, of indolence of will.

I have a pen without ink, eager to defy reality by outlining tragedies of sarcasm.

Cry without tears of grief, drained, cry with groans.

was dried in the cold of the mind

I have a cat that is not mine, but the neighbor.

runs away every night, walking wandering in the walls. Look

jubilant at the sky, bats, clouds.

Cross my roof and no longer responds to my call.

I have a fragile mind

I have tired eyes, convicted of lost sleep that does not appear

I have few words, imbued with ideas of reason.

wind I have a lover, friend, and he has me.