Soon I will be writting in Spanish. I am just leaving a language for another, like this, like a lazy lazy contemporary guy... I am pretty proud of myself. I am not messing with anything for too long, I am like this. So I could die soon, I don't mind. My mouth speaks the truth, my mind is living on the edge. The thing I like more about life: anyone may crackdown at any time. Fall or crack, at any time, never know when neither where. It's the crackdown. I don't think everything is illusion, because that last concept has been over-soiled. I just can't believe what I see, I am astound and desperate. I'm like: "What's this?! Did it had to be that way?!"