Ok. Okay. Lately I have become vague, and have yielded Flojet fatigue. Mea culpa, mea culpa, blame me.
Sorry, Christian. When most needed my post to lighten the burden of existence, you met the same as last month. That fixed the eyes watching you, carrying on their shoulders the heavy burden of being the only post November. Insignificant, superficial, non-fun. Also valid claim this morning at breakfast (I forgive you because I love you so much, but I warn you not easily tolerate the harsh criticism and early-morning, Sunday).
The blog is to nurture. I could write much tonight, where I come home so gentle, so relaxed and so subtly drunk (of happiness and red wine) after a lunch of many hours with my friends forever, ever. Could also write about friends Bogota hotel owners, invaded with impunity on account of national emergency by the rains, with three floors occupied by victims who eat and sleep there for long days, no one pays for it. Pay God, and I hope you of the change. This is a "charity" coerced under the veiled threat of expropriation. Or associates, or you take it off. " And there they go. Here we go, as a country.
Forgive me, friend. Being tired. Because of the muses have scared the rain. By anxiety. Not knowing what to expect my post , or whatever you comforted me. If I give you something, I can give at this point in your life my favorite prayer of St. Teresa:
"Nothing will disturb
move
Patience
reaches all
who has God
. "
May the Force be with you.
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