is Saturday and is 5 pm ... week after a fuck, walk up and down with too much work, too many parties, social gatherings and a few hours of sleep ... too much abuse as always ... at last I have some free time and just beginning to digest one of those stories that do not go unnoticed, you shake a little at first and then you do lose a little balance and force you to look carefully where you are stepping into the path of life. A friend arrived and greeted me as always we got to shoot with the ball in basketball, after a few minutes turns, stares at me and thinking the right words to drop a thought in the air ... finally regurgitated ideas crudely: "What do you think? Daniela died ...". I take the ball, put me in position, fluid motion ankles knees elbows shoulders y. .. my hands and not complete successfully shot as my brain processes information ... and begin to remember anything ...
almost a year now, when we rehearsed 3 or 4 times a week with the band, they told me "wise?" We have fans "... first boat I laugh, I did not pay much attention until days after the roof while rehearsing some songs from Strokes, beckoned me to the Martinez brothers peep me and there were ... two girls turning up and down the street ... days later invited them to spend ... then it was common to find them "accidentally" on the street and get to chat a little, girls were good vibes but the point was that they were just sooo girls: 15 and 16 respectively ... kaons those fanning me on purpose most Daniela, but no ... perhaps because they had more viable prospects (and legal) in mind ... or will have been the look of your Pa when suddenly happened and we saw any of us talking to their offspring look like hehehehe "I saw them their children) @ + @ 8 &`~"... as the thing was merely friendly. Time passed, the work we began to bury me and the other guitarist and the tests became more and more scarce, and only one conversation in the messenger was what I had contact with this girl ... was not my best friend or anything, but the news of knowing that is no longer among us, who not long before we had talked, which was only 17 and I was stunned to get so by the suddenness of the news.
The truth of my experiences with deaths of family are almost nil, thank God my family both paternal and maternal side has suffered almost no casualties in the time of my life, but if I have played several quite sudden deaths of people very young, people with whom you spoke and convivia regularly and so out of nowhere ... so well ... is over. The first thing I remember Paul was my guy in the secondary ... shot by a cholo on the business of wool ... that shit ... and another shook me most was a guy with whom I played football on a Friday afternoon to the news of his death the following Monday before members of the team ... be the captain of the team sucks!
My girlfriend tells me I'm in my comfort zone, nothing worries me too and my problems are almost no problems lol, my buddy the manteka really talking about our life is very nearly a paradise and complain mother is as mint good luck we have ... however, I can not help feeling that I want more! If they are, the man is ambitious and always want more ... I think it is a basic characteristic of our human condition. Anyway, this kind of news meet the purpose of shaking off a bit and remind my plans to do so long term because I have not purchased life, rethinking the work less and enjoy more ... and most importantly for me is. .. overcome fears and limitations ... do the things you want the way you want without fear stop you ... not afraid of anything! without fear of death! THIS IS SPARTA !!!!!!!
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