I had said motherfucker, fat asshole, piece of shit, atomic dumbass, cute things like that. I also elaborated longer sentences, more complicated constructions, periphrasis of periphrasis, and tortuosities «typical of a sick mind». When the championship was between clubs, the ones of the other clubs were angry for my verbalizations. When with the other clubs we did the selection and we had to be at the same stand, they were more than happy with the obscenities and insolences with which stunned the dubious morality of the referees, judges and other participants. Come on, the degree of sincerity of a good cuss is priceless.
It was a time in loving that was easier because death was very close. I was so hang up to my Scottish’s friend without being able to believe how you could make me postpone the generation of the brief fumes. And that other sentence of Julio: The time, that child that carries of the hand and that looks back. The time that puts everything in its place, that heals everything, because nothing takes place and nothing was ever sick. Still the tremors, a touch of anxiety by the processes of detoxification and the scars in process of maturation while we wait for you.
When you look again through the window and there are only clouds and feel that tranquility that only those who have experienced the anguish of having been alone with their faith.When you have lost weight, wearing dark circles and not wanting to smile, you are a part of the past that does not weigh, but it is a foundation and strength for a skyscraper always under construction. When you feel that every «bad» word to «untimely» was only a piece in the puzzle that only a lioness was called to perform, the highest blessings would suddenly be fulfilled.