Today, at 45 and a couple of months.
Today, cold and sunny morning.
Today and in this place, a modest bar downtown, I say, to whom it may concern, that is over my adolescence. I have
to me that in the course of human events (go feast!) This delightful and stormy period preceding adulthood extends more and more. Alexander was a king and successful general at thirty years now, however, would be completing a postgraduate and living in his parents' home, the violent and manipulative Philip Olympia ... Are 2300 years away!
studied, worked, married and had children while being a perfect puberty in many aspects of life and, more importantly, in my soul. As Sabri said, playing to be great, but it was an asshole and did, of course, stupid things.
was with the separation (noblesse oblige) I started to realize that it had completed the fuck. It was not until this past week that I realized that starting a better life, adult, full and responsible, a pleasure that exceeds the mere enjoyment unproductive and torturous.
Take this time and caresses, strokes and satisfaction, I took some time and maybe I slandered myself so late. The truth is that today the kid finally let go, moody and aloof, fond of fib and silly excuses later, to make room for the man I want to be.
A male type without clichés or imposts voice, able to sustain their convictions without aggression and without feeling attacked, who stands before a course and no longer believes a genius or an idiot. Proud to be
Gustavo Rubén Bessolo, a common man (which is not synonymous with mediocre) is no longer "the kid Odol Question" (Gustavito, the you know, as my nona and I naive, I believed) and the irresponsible, devious, lazy and poorly entertaining accepted without benefit of inventory.
Today, cold and sunny morning.
Today and in this place, a modest bar downtown, I say, to whom it may concern, that is over my adolescence. I have
to me that in the course of human events (go feast!) This delightful and stormy period preceding adulthood extends more and more. Alexander was a king and successful general at thirty years now, however, would be completing a postgraduate and living in his parents' home, the violent and manipulative Philip Olympia ... Are 2300 years away!
studied, worked, married and had children while being a perfect puberty in many aspects of life and, more importantly, in my soul. As Sabri said, playing to be great, but it was an asshole and did, of course, stupid things.
was with the separation (noblesse oblige) I started to realize that it had completed the fuck. It was not until this past week that I realized that starting a better life, adult, full and responsible, a pleasure that exceeds the mere enjoyment unproductive and torturous.
Take this time and caresses, strokes and satisfaction, I took some time and maybe I slandered myself so late. The truth is that today the kid finally let go, moody and aloof, fond of fib and silly excuses later, to make room for the man I want to be.
A male type without clichés or imposts voice, able to sustain their convictions without aggression and without feeling attacked, who stands before a course and no longer believes a genius or an idiot. Proud to be
Gustavo Rubén Bessolo, a common man (which is not synonymous with mediocre) is no longer "the kid Odol Question" (Gustavito, the you know, as my nona and I naive, I believed) and the irresponsible, devious, lazy and poorly entertaining accepted without benefit of inventory.
I wonder how I feel?
Well, old man, very well.
There are things missing (and many!) But they no longer prevent me from growing, living, feeling, love and be loved, I give thanks to history (the god of atheists) lack of these things and others still do not know ... otherwise would be dead.
And I'm alive, writing, feeling, breathing this air fully renovated half ("get to both?) Of my life.
And thank you, because I did just this way, but that I'll write another day.
Well, old man, very well.
There are things missing (and many!) But they no longer prevent me from growing, living, feeling, love and be loved, I give thanks to history (the god of atheists) lack of these things and others still do not know ... otherwise would be dead.
And I'm alive, writing, feeling, breathing this air fully renovated half ("get to both?) Of my life.
And thank you, because I did just this way, but that I'll write another day.
