It's all about expectations.

(Redonda, August 2008)

Since many days I'm unable of doing something that should be simple.

I lack of time for the most basic activities and, specially, objectivity.

Things get complicated. And sometimes, I desperate. But I know the horizon is in the end of all journeys, as long as we don't stop.

Nietzsche wrote somewhere that the guilty comes from the debt, and I often feel in dept with the whole world. Anguish comes from the guilty and we often anguish for anguishing so much.

So, just don't feel any of this, focus on the open universe in front of you, and try to get out of this cage. One day you will finally be free, maybe when you finally traveled all the oceans, will you come back home to feel something, and feel free.

[ not reading now ]

"When you were here before
Couldnt look you in the eye
Youre just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
And I wish I was special
Youre so fuckin special

But Im a creep, Im a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I dont belong here.

I dont care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When Im not around
Youre so fuckin special
I wish I was special

But Im a creep, Im a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I dont belong here.

Shes running out again,
Shes running out
Shes run run run running out...

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
Youre so fuckin special
I wish I was special...

But Im a creep, Im a weirdo,
What the hell am I doing here?
I dont belong here.
I dont belong here."
--Creep, by Radiohead

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