's night, or morning, whatever you want and I'm in a hotel in downtown Montevideo after 2 days of jamming and ran several flights bound to be taken and changes to be addressed as from my previous post and I ... tired. For the first time in weeks I find myself alone, alone again, as I've been up to a little over a month ago and I feel ... disoriented and hard to recognize, of loneliness that I read in different meridians and scattered around the world can I have a master, if it existed. I who have always fought for my freedom and my indiopendenza me now is hard to part with tears and I finally found those who completed even if only for two days will be scarce. I was a 12enne maybe cost me less, I do not know. Maybe it is nice, but I think one of the many beautiful things to talk about, not to live. We then meet again for us and we had to make several turns in the world, meet many other people, know yourself many corners of the world and ourselves that a minimal separation costs us more to absurd that those who meet 'normal'. What can I say? Perhaps it is a wonderful thing that this feeling, this current gloom that is not even fair to call so even if it causes tears and sadness, lack. But no, it is absolutely correct this time because:
'Having a place in the heart of someone is to never be alone'
R. Battle
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