quijote

running against the time

fighting against everything: my internet connection, the notebook, the modem, the router, etc etc etc

just to come here for listening some tunes -in invisible rooms-

just to come here for writting some words -silly, sure-

just to wrap some meanings with words, as if they were papers that wrap beautiful gifts.

as if they were the only way i have for saying: "yes, THIS IS, i'm completely sure THIS IS"*

*nothing to comment about THIS