Five years ago if my memory is confused and I was sitting at a desk, surrounded by artistic sighs of my favorite authors and painters, even I sighed, raising his head from those long texts of economy that barely managed to conquer.
sighed at length with his eyes tight, focused and away, clinging to the verbs and the shades of color for a pretext for the real interest now knew everything by heart and thanks to this habit situational there was nothing that could distract me from the mirror inside.
Irregular like the path of a butterfly thought is crumpled and stretched those long afternoons at will and without moving any growth or religion.
Who knows where I'll be in twenty years. Or ten. Who knows what will happen after graduation, and where I will live five years.
This morning I opened my eyes in a room in a house that did not even exist five years ago. I stepped on a floor that belongs to me, I stumbled on a picture I made without any study and the trip from home to my office until five years ago did not even know existed.
E 'was an awakening bully, a jerk to the surface of everyday life. Likely sensitivity rendered sterile from a night full of nightmares and torment.
"It is not the strongest species that survive, nor the most intelligent but the species that responds better to change" Charles Darwin
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