lack of...

i must say that im not as interested as i was last year about this page. ive been blogging since 2003 and id closed my last pages for several reasons, but now im just droping my writting cause im lack of inspiration.

im really blue, i cant say much further, i feel like my soul has missed in some hole of some book of my stories. i wanna write about whats missing in my life, inspiration, about a muse, a lovely muse, of souch big eyes that every time that i see them i find the aleph.

theres nothing of X factor, or B factor, or... L factor. i really believe in war, in the confrontation of two ways of thinking and a believe that its not love that its worth to fight for. i wanna fith with a sword or an akm but i wanna fight. i wanna give and share whatever i have inside, but i must say that im empy. ive been evaporeted and left as the desert, just full of promises of raining.

somewhere i heard that when you want to succed you have to say goodbye some afective thing that may interruped your way up. maybe its that. maybe im complainig about things that i dont have without remembering that thing that are on wheels.

im really sorry god, i may not distuberd you. you know me, i just need a hugh.