Every victory has a taste of bitter-sweet...
El último post de Nihil me ha recordado algo q escribí hace un par de días, en cálculo, cómo no, en un momento de bajón:
Memories keep coming back to me, asaulting my mind, making the time ache, rudely showing me that I can't do that, I can't be there.
These sets of walls seem incredibly ugly comparing to those medieval, or renacentist, or just foreighn ones.
...y sigo sin entender cómo volví a encantrarle sentido a mi nueva vida, una sin ellos tres a mi alrededor... ni mi mochila con cinta americana (DEP)...
Memories keep coming back to me, asaulting my mind, making the time ache, rudely showing me that I can't do that, I can't be there.
These sets of walls seem incredibly ugly comparing to those medieval, or renacentist, or just foreighn ones.
...y sigo sin entender cómo volví a encantrarle sentido a mi nueva vida, una sin ellos tres a mi alrededor... ni mi mochila con cinta americana (DEP)...