Soy un tipo corriente. Vivo en una ciudad corriente y me gusta mi trabajo. No sé si con estas credenciales can go far, but I have. Well, there's more. I have a story to tell. No big deal, many people tell me that has a tremendous history, those who would write a book. Mine is not so important, but the things that are one must be treated as if they were.
Nobody has taught me to live, perhaps because people learn this task on its own and then, when mastered, it dies, so he barely gives you time to ride a school and teach others the craft. Life is a trade. My cousin Maureen laughs when I say this, but true. To live you learn. I, at first when I did not know very well what it was felt could become a hero, saving people and punish the wicked. Jo, how naive. When injustice swarming everywhere, you get used to eating pipes looking at the sky, if rain threatens. To me I do not mind getting wet, I mean, I do not mind the rain. Before, yes. Leaving home and if he saw the wet floor and put me in a bad mood. But then I took off. Overall, if you have rain going to rain, I like me or not. In addition, the water transforms the landscape, it becomes melancholy and memories stick out everywhere. Wow, I'm getting corny ... Anyway, another day I do not have time to write my story. I'll try again ...
(Sometimes I think that ghosts used to express, this is a writing machine, left alone, while trying to write something else. I leave here, if the ghost returns and wants to continue with his story. Chssssss! !).
Mercedes Martin Alfaya
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