At times I am, I confess, a fictional character. Everything around me is covered with vanishing aura of the unreal and I let go of the dream. It may also be that I'm reading a lot. And my body hurts constantly.
If I write again here today is simply a matter of affection. Around this area we found a small group of people who, admittedly, we definitely want. And all this happened to me rescue, above all, the affection. I felt safe at all times. I was never afraid, I was not alone, I worried about the present or the future. Why are you here, my loved ones. And how many are! And how easy it is to love!
Moreover, I resumed training yesterday. And as this is a log of training, because I thought it was written. It was in a room closed somewhat. My companion, a worthy lady of about seventy years, paced parallel bars. Thanks to the art of pulleys and counterweights, I went and got the arms for a few minutes. Then I stretched my back guiding me with a giant ball. And finally rested.
The'm having fun. My brother Quintus, Dani and my three nephews wonders we have received. They opened their home as much as your heart. I'm really excited and grateful. The list of people who have been watching for me is huge. I have called, I have visited, I have written. At times the situation is beyond me. I feel that I have no way of retriubir so dear. O yes, yes. Sharing moments of life with you is the best way to live.
imagine how many things I've been thinking about these two weeks. I do not think it's time to write. But it occurs to me that life tends to have meaning. Which events can be interpreted. That experience learning emerge. And that everything happens for a reason. We'll have time to chat about all this. With each of you, who for many months to feel to open this blog. Friends, colleagues, loved ones, fictional characters.
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