Today heat hit really hard. He recalled that inspiring summer full of music. But the dry heat of the ideas went dry. Very nostalgic today. That nostalgia cloudy day. He said to himself: "It is December," "In December this shit is over." But arrive late December. Today it was agreed that hate with a grudge was sick. I hated to continue its essence "on it. But it was lost. Those memories will not go away ever. You may remain stored in the attic of memory and capping with new experiences. But always there at your fingertips.
What to do with this? How to live with the idiot with the same joy that he used to be happy?
Apparently it was time to be more honest, stand up to this new being and say a shy, but surely:
