Sunday, 5 June 2011


There are certain people that love making problems where there aren't. People that make a castle of a grain of sand. And that's what I have been living during the last two or three days.

We spent all the morning, the afternoon and the evening making circles about the same question, over and over again. We were getting angrier for moments and, in the end, all the problems got solved and the big mountain made for a little grain of sand just dissapeared like the seawaves destroys the castles in the shore.

I am becoming an old man. I just don't understando young people.

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