I am that I get back to studying. What about missing 3 exams and the thesis, and nothing seemed more difficult than that which assumes the tone of a company rather than a degree. Yet again grappling with history, I discovered a painting by Picasso, The Sower, which drives me crazy. I do not know, but I find it wonderful and I stop to think of this word here ... sow ... I find that I like very much more to build .. is softer edges without Kill velvety smooth glide on ' water. Even the mystics have always preferred words such as building or construct or reach. SEMINAR E. And then the picture. Intense emotion than usual or rare view of my nature that slowly emerges from the tides. Sometimes I just do not know how to just feel overwhelmed by emotions continuously. Take a breath. The Sower take breath and try to believe that whatever is sown will spring up one day. Slowed by this more or less trivial reflection, I return to school. I remained in the mind by name damn it. Bah!
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