Sunday is not my favorite day. It never has been. It never was. When I was little and even now part of my youth, as at 17:00, watched die this day. Watched through the window of the car, back home, sadness the end of a day which in turn culminated in the week, with a short life cycle.
For me it was pathetic, sad and nostalgic Sunday afternoon. I hated it because I did not want to spend more time. I was afraid to look like it is just a cycle. Began to reflect and philosophize with pendejas ideas about life, love, friends, parents, family, death.
Moriah on Sunday and I was flooded with fear. On Sunday evening was a reflection of the conclusion of a life, a cycle of friendship, of love, protection and paternalism that filled me with fear and anxiety. Think that and ended on Sunday, all we have in life would end someday and no longer would have more, was the greatest anguish that he could feel. Not imagine the end of my surroundings, not lose what I had imagined, so I came alive.
Today, Sunday January 9, 2011 was different. Today is the birthday of the celebrated Busi and very happy. Personally, I was not afraid today than ever lose, but today I have the illusion that someday sow. Today I do not think that end, today, on the contrary, I think that starts in the life cycle begins and not in the life cycle that concludes today think of you two: my twins. Today I think of you: My Busi.
Today I have no fear that what you have ... Today " a Sunday afternoon" I have illusion of what is coming, what starts of his birth ...
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