Friday, February 9, 2007. Some mornings I walk the dogs near my home. This park is on the other side of the hill. Yesterday we were soaked as the rain started to fall and there was nowhere to shelter. Cammy hates his body to be rained on. We only did a small part of the trail and just looked at the exercises. Walking was enough exercise for us old things. The track is quite steep in places. Cammy and Abby do the hurdles by walking beneath them. The power and the glory! Days 9 and 10.

Le juste vivra par la foi.

Playing to be a gigant,. I walk over my fears. Now they seem to fade away. I played to be a tiran. Fet so powerfull , until i explode. I saw myself being the same. I belived that person pass away. I thought i let it go away.

Viernes, 13 de diciembre de 2013. Levante la mirada y cayeron sobre mi flores maduras, naranjas, sustituidas por otras con menos tinte. Te pensé, pero solo por el simple hecho, que hasta caer una flor me recuerda a tus hermosos y sinceros ojos, que nunca más volví a disfrutar. Te espere, pero entendí, que nuestro amor era un degrade, y que simplemente mi tinte fue cada vez mas claro, hasta desaparecer. Miércoles, 16 de octubre de 2013. No duermo, no entiendo.