" At the edge of nowhere ", acrylic and oil on canvas . GPaillas And came back the year's end, with the summaries of what was done or not for 12 months .... Wherever you move enraged everyone wishes you have a Happy New Year's Eve, and a should smile and say the same, but the truth is that I do not care. One of the celebrations I can not stand is this, with the usual bad taste lentils, food behind door, to have money when we know that we are just tighter than before. Taking the bag and turning to her, longed to make the trip, which again will not do. With the $ 1 tickets, if we find one in the glass of champagne and having to endure the fireworks .... I can not enjoy thinking about the millions of dollars burned and sent into the air to appear to be happy.
Every year I say that I will not fall into the game, but I know that eventually you will reach the call that you touched a weak point ...." maybe this is the last new year we go together "and we start to try be happy when we know that perhaps our soul cries and We are brave and we lift the cup and try to laugh ...
That masquerade .... so the game of this life, do so many things to please everyone, and keep us off, the desire to mourn, we try not to remember the time gone and broken dreams, as when Children rejoin play the round, or jumping rope when we do not want it, just to avoid being marginalized and not consider us a weirdo.
Good for the brave who dare to be alone and do not ride the carnival .... I'll see if I find something new, something old and something borrowed to wear that night, and I do not want to celebrate something.
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