This morning I woke up in world that had changed I wonder to what extent my mind set, confused beyond belief doesn't help to seek content with the actual events.

And all of a sudden this planets sucks. I sleept little last night mainly trying to see a japanese Gangster film. This morning I made out of my tube ride a creative experience. This is scary... no sleep equals creativity.... thank God for caffeine.

Rodolfos' TV is one of those sotires that are funny and that make you feel old now it is sitting in the middle of more rubble in a skip outside my house.

The past, the past, if only the future was so clear as the past.

I am really getting mellodrmatic here. Better get a shower and Join some friends of mine for the B-day of another friend.

Pictures of my nephew at hand.

Procastination the worse of all evils.
Procastination fuelled by sentimental turmoil... I do not know what is worse.
I mean... its the worse thing possible. I do not want to do this corrections yet they have to be done.... they have to be done...... they have to be done.

A presence, a touch, a breath is all that is required to feel alive.
There absence is nothing but emptyness. A voice on the phone contends to be a substitute however it is not.

Oh How much do I linger for her to be back in my arms. Oh the tender breath again and again.