Temporary blindness

It´s a nice day for a change. Today I´ll prefer to use the excuse of free will to skip some pages. I don´t want to know what has she "answered", or why, or how does she feel. Not today. There are no doubts that some sweet words are waiting for me, but I chose not to read it. Maybe because this is the first time my optimism has been silenced by strictly rational thoughts. It could also be the attempt to keep up with some laughs in my mind, arisen from 20 minutes of chinwag and jokes with a great friend (that I ran into between classes earlier in the day).

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One thing is pretty clear: I chose not to read the "answer" because I´ve never felt so sure about the impossibility of some good news. Forget it, it´s not bound to happen, maybe by a miracle... ops, i don´t believe in miracles. And come on, why should I still give a damn for it? Get a life.

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It´s time to go. It would be a complete waste of our time to keep writing, my dear reader. I know exatly what should be said here, but don´t be so naive to believe that all my thoughts are going to be writen. Some might be shared with friends, but the rest of them are mine, only mine. It´s a matter of strategy, don´t you think?

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What about a song...? that´s an old one and reminds me that nightclubs can be a nice place to go (except if they play funk and axé).

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Rhythm is a dancer - Snap.