Old girl

Today was not about to do anything but read. I woke up and read, just read. I let myself be carried away by those words so far removed from my reality while sipping my coffee.

Lately I have not wanted to take the headphones from his ears. It's so much bullshit when I hear the shot, much complaint, too much importance to petty things or negligible. The headphones save me a lot of rage, a lot of sadness, a lot of outrage ... Thank God I have them.

In rainy weather it is now, nothing better than reading a book, listening to music or watching movies. Anything that leave me away from these people that only know complain about the gray day, and do not know how to enjoy life and not ignore certain things. I was wrong, but I'm getting well. And it's not because someone is for me, my mind, my songs, books and movies. If I was waiting for someone to help me, expect asleep. Even sleep is one more thing that makes me happy.

I like the drama and the wails of Lana, like optimism and adventurous spirit of Martha, I like movies with a history, even if they are clichés. I like the simple and intense taste. It is a contrast that I take pride in my personality, because that's how life is. The simplest things, most often are also the most intense, and I like everything that awakens my soul and my mind. I like to be challenged, to be stimulated, to have contact with the new, and remember the old things of my life. I'm new, but sometimes I write as an old woman. And I do not care. I just wanna love, dancing, reading, sleeping, and watching live. I always live. Sometimes as a girl, in others as an old woman.