The first day of school. The first kiss. The first day at a new job. The first flight in an airplane. The first few times are promises. The promises and hope.
The beginning of anything in life is emotion, energy, momentum. Is the uniform shiny, punctuality, friendliness overflowing great nervousness, what I like to call "fear bonito'. We all want to give the best of ourselves. Is that "the first impression is never forgotten." I like to see people start. For example, many poor couples. The first talks and events of these characters are full of sparkling ideas, jokes and speeches sound where they try to hide the most of your hobbies or questionable past. I like to see how they dress, how they intend for these few days, weeks or even months, to be the ideal embodied in the mud to win. After the first stage of dreams, everything returns to normal. Not so charming (a) is not as adventurous (a), it is not love (a), is a liar (a). "We should stay just the beginning, what we have brought here."
The natural course of life is change. Chingonas couples also tend to separate, although for reasons less hypocritical that an actor who has tired of the work. Simply cease to be, not a makeover when they met. The "click" was genuine and not forced. The enthusiasm gradually diluted as the paint on the front of the house of a coastal town which is only noticeable wear through the years. When everything is over, the memory will bring the picture of those days where everything was happy and will be only for those moments you feel primal nostalgia reminding each other. The final and tedium will be reduced almost to syllables (or bad words) compared with the guide and treaties resulting from those moments where we get the love.
-I Always remember just as in the beginning, not the last straw. Until pejorative connotation is "last straw," gave the last straw, "Sunday synonym of" is that it takes a bitch, poor fool does not know where to end his miserable existence ".-
The same goes with the purposes of the year again. The starting energy decreases, annoyed, bored and becomes a pushover test ends, while we go in March.
For the first time in my life I'm doing what I intended. Nor I believe I can. And perhaps knowing that your guard down and all this enthusiasm that borders on the ridiculous fill me with annoyance or results in an absurd, I propose a "do not care." That will not stop me, the final fatal fear will not stop me this time. "I write with so much determination that I feel I am another. In the past I talked about the loss of hope, and now she turned to the beginning of these lines.
I already taken the first steps. Fanfare.
This month has been one of the best-best-best Januarys I've lived (sometimes both positively stuns me. Tanta buenaondez life scares me. I think there is an account to pay and I will pass bill cancer in my pancreas poor innocent in May. But then I remember those days smelly-obviousness, were full of shit, and I prefer to think it's time to enjoy a little bit).
Post dedidado to the memory of my grandfather's funny and very strange, which occurred exactly 365 days ago, he wanted to see me happy and Cackling always, "Oh how can you give to your long faces!".
