.
In everyday fought blindly, without technique, with blows but must do harm, never really know to whom or to whom they are addressed.
is not fighting for anything of substance, the star, that they expect the other day to day to entertain their lunches, or dinners, or the life to do when you're with someone other side of the bed and is not yet time to turn off the light.
is not the story of man who commits suicide or who kill their children, or burning in the middle of the street ... I will leave that to others, my life is like a preliminary bout, simply, Boxer she lost count of his success, and survives because there's not much that I may do, or feel that makes sense, at least for him.
Sometimes I hear people talking about how to love what they do, or do "something to fill you" ... but do you know? I do not think in those lives filled with warm doings, or at the gorge which has always seemed selfish and false.
Thus, it appears that the only Sometimes I have felt "full" is when I completely emptied, I gave everything I had and I have been so empty that I felt almost part of what surrounds me.
I once knew a guy who left me a bit that feeling. Guard was an old house where some theater groups rehearsing and where before there had been, as had a boxing club where he was one of the highlights.
-lost not one, "he said hastily, and while walking from one place to another," always won, never lost, but no one sponsored me because it was expensive, trained with the great and no one was bouncing and when he fights nobody won, but I was one of those before the big fights, and the rates are entertained with one and sometimes learned my name but never cried, and why we always won ...
remember that man never stopped talking and always told me its history. Walking from one side to another and as he did, throwing a few blows in the air, as if these were their punctuation marks so that one could thus understand its history.
He claimed it had no wife or children, and lived right there, I remember, in some parts, where everything was decorated furnished with theatrical companies were left in abeyance.
"My house is like a lie," he told me everything is lie, lie lives, photos of lies, all about ... to rubber knives out there running around and I am leaving because I like confused and think that life is not that because I actually triumphed and I am a famous boxer and I'm still undefeated and I have everything, except I dream that ...
always said that, I remember. I listened because I was always out, reading or writing something and he approached and talked and sometimes even ask me things, because he thought I knew more tired and that he understood some things.
"You know ..." he once confessed, "actually know very little of everything ...
" I think he knows a lot, "said he, knows a lot of books, at least ...
Of course, maybe it was true that I knew had enough, at some point, but it has always been what I've forgotten ... or what I failed to understand, and it escapes me .
is because as I said before, only fought blindly, without technique, and even fixed me right where they are going to stop the beatings.
Today, for example, I keep mulling over the idea of \u200b\u200bleaving education, at least for a while. I hope it's temporary, but in recent days is as if he had seen it all in a strange way, and perhaps decorated, and I acting halfway between anything.
Maybe one day of these middle class leave and so decide, simply, and not come back ... because there was something there in what I believed and now no longer ... and not when I look at them.
not want to make decorations, or beings with clearly defined roles ... I wanted to teach language because they felt it was a means of contact, understanding ... because it was somehow a way of looking at others, and to approach them. Give us even.
Today, I feel I lost the bet, and there are things that nobody was interested.
Today I feel like that guy who apparently won all his fights, but that something, however, failed in all this, without it we could find.
Now, I prepare lessons and do some power point presentations that tomorrow will not get bored so much. In addition, some want to be engineers and doctors, and they need scoring, and at least that interests them, and I'm supposed to contribute with content.
And of course, tomorrow I will go for another round, and again to be preliminary and together we will see if it entertained or bored for a while.
That's the life they want to go, and I paved the road. Sorry
pessimism, but it also me. And this, like it or not, is also part of life.
is not fighting for anything of substance, the star, that they expect the other day to day to entertain their lunches, or dinners, or the life to do when you're with someone other side of the bed and is not yet time to turn off the light.
is not the story of man who commits suicide or who kill their children, or burning in the middle of the street ... I will leave that to others, my life is like a preliminary bout, simply, Boxer she lost count of his success, and survives because there's not much that I may do, or feel that makes sense, at least for him.
Sometimes I hear people talking about how to love what they do, or do "something to fill you" ... but do you know? I do not think in those lives filled with warm doings, or at the gorge which has always seemed selfish and false.
Thus, it appears that the only Sometimes I have felt "full" is when I completely emptied, I gave everything I had and I have been so empty that I felt almost part of what surrounds me.
I once knew a guy who left me a bit that feeling. Guard was an old house where some theater groups rehearsing and where before there had been, as had a boxing club where he was one of the highlights.
-lost not one, "he said hastily, and while walking from one place to another," always won, never lost, but no one sponsored me because it was expensive, trained with the great and no one was bouncing and when he fights nobody won, but I was one of those before the big fights, and the rates are entertained with one and sometimes learned my name but never cried, and why we always won ...
remember that man never stopped talking and always told me its history. Walking from one side to another and as he did, throwing a few blows in the air, as if these were their punctuation marks so that one could thus understand its history.
He claimed it had no wife or children, and lived right there, I remember, in some parts, where everything was decorated furnished with theatrical companies were left in abeyance.
"My house is like a lie," he told me everything is lie, lie lives, photos of lies, all about ... to rubber knives out there running around and I am leaving because I like confused and think that life is not that because I actually triumphed and I am a famous boxer and I'm still undefeated and I have everything, except I dream that ...
always said that, I remember. I listened because I was always out, reading or writing something and he approached and talked and sometimes even ask me things, because he thought I knew more tired and that he understood some things.
"You know ..." he once confessed, "actually know very little of everything ...
" I think he knows a lot, "said he, knows a lot of books, at least ...
Of course, maybe it was true that I knew had enough, at some point, but it has always been what I've forgotten ... or what I failed to understand, and it escapes me .
is because as I said before, only fought blindly, without technique, and even fixed me right where they are going to stop the beatings.
Today, for example, I keep mulling over the idea of \u200b\u200bleaving education, at least for a while. I hope it's temporary, but in recent days is as if he had seen it all in a strange way, and perhaps decorated, and I acting halfway between anything.
Maybe one day of these middle class leave and so decide, simply, and not come back ... because there was something there in what I believed and now no longer ... and not when I look at them.
not want to make decorations, or beings with clearly defined roles ... I wanted to teach language because they felt it was a means of contact, understanding ... because it was somehow a way of looking at others, and to approach them. Give us even.
Today, I feel I lost the bet, and there are things that nobody was interested.
Today I feel like that guy who apparently won all his fights, but that something, however, failed in all this, without it we could find.
Now, I prepare lessons and do some power point presentations that tomorrow will not get bored so much. In addition, some want to be engineers and doctors, and they need scoring, and at least that interests them, and I'm supposed to contribute with content.
And of course, tomorrow I will go for another round, and again to be preliminary and together we will see if it entertained or bored for a while.
That's the life they want to go, and I paved the road. Sorry
pessimism, but it also me. And this, like it or not, is also part of life.
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