Excuse me dear reader that I used the high-sounding phrase as the title, but it is what makes it more justice to what I feel on this day. Time, always on time, that god damn described from Greece and I could see his eyes for nearly a year, brought to life by the brushes of Goya as grotesquely devours another child in his race unknown voracious appetite and satiety . Time, perhaps the only mythological creature whose divinity I am a witness, the only perceptible, the most deceitful of all. Deceived so easily. Last year was the eternal waiting for the arrival of March 23. Today hardly noticed and the passing day seems to bring the speed of Usain strides Bolt.
exactly a year ago, I peered through the window of a plane and observed nowadays the glimmering of a Florida that I have no interest in learning. Beside me was a Guadalajara later tell me that this was her second trip to Spain. I was surprised that unlike other passengers she was amazed as I was the only landscape that gives the height of a flight. I hope I never run into the frivolity of those scenarios do not feel like a miraculous act (and now I remember the East with whom I shared a seat on the flight Madrid - Barcelona and did nothing but sleep and snore and not accidentally turned his head when the ship was leaning over the Mediterranean and could see the clear Catalan coast and mountains in harmony with the beautiful whiteness of Barcelona). I got almost no sleep at Barajas airport and spent twenty minutes looking for a band who would leave my luggage. Now I can say that if there is an airport I hate, is Madrid, and would not be all of that city. Rome airport is almost as old as your meter. I had to laugh recently read an interview where he describes Cassez Florence Airport Benito Juárez, "little small, fashionable" as if to say that he realized just got off the plane came to a poorer country. I could use more adjectives to justice those Parisian airport Charles de Gaulle. Without a doubt the most beautiful is El Prat de Barcelona. The more organized the Prague Ruzyne.
A journey that changed me so much and yet I can not tell whether it is good, but I can say that not to bad, that I became an amateur traveler who persevere to be professional. Not long ago I argued for a sentence of a television series (which I remember today I am ashamed to own because it was tainted with two more films that vomits) "I like my money right where i can see it: hanging on my closet." Not only celebrated, ACAT enthusiastically for four years, and yes my money there it is outdated, old and worn. Then I changed his sense, I like my money where I can feel it in my knowledge, my taste, my touch, my eyes, my memories. The trip convinced me, even more-that this is the best investment in life. That when it comes to devour Chronos is tired, then I shall know everything that I wanted. So maybe the bait seems unappetizing if unlike yours, it is indeed satisfied.
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