Rodrigo Fernety Escritor

Delaying failures I am anxious to go the wrong way and that everyone is sorry for me. I want to be exciting, I would like to suffocate to never be told the truth. I'm so sad that I almost do not recognize faces that share a little of their emotion. There are certain times of the day when I do not even remember the people waiting for me at home ... I would like to have time not to hide all the problems that I have, and it is because I am delaying the failure I will be in life. And being realistic is my worst problem. I would like to repress my mistakes as much as I am today Sadly I can not see that they give me an excessive affection that does not free me from anything and that I do not even have to pay for them. And it's because there's no price for me to say my love. Because I repeat it almost inexistently in front of anyone. And how can I be so indifferent to those people who give me so much love and always so aware of those who share their gre

Badly adhered prayer There must be better things than having time in love, like raving for painful purposes, living without having to hear how beautiful life is. There must be a passion that goes through the world that is not just asking for meat, there must be more than thirst for heaven, these unjust terms must be denied. It seems like death to deceive someone to change the love in tears, to have a fierce talent that does not care about the fate of the opinion and the day that we should have loved. I like to be forgotten by all and reappeared for being so simple in wanting to help them all, because apparently all I do is say silences, be priceless, thin and subtle. With seven hours of being a superb, particularly I feel fairly, I do not feel worse than anyone, they love me as I should love and they hate me with the desire of what they always wanted to be.   I have been in a prolonged mourning, appreciating my failed expectations, and it seems to me very little that for al