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 The night before the working day

always hard...
Even thinking of it envelops my weekends, and my holidays with grims, why? I never tried to unveil.
Yet, I tried to filled the rest space of the canvas of evening with grins and the colours of happiness that my work brings me food and shelter and a financial cofidence, My hope is very important in this moments of world where money has its uncompromising power to devour the darkness of sorrows. 
Wandering with  Daniel Steel and George R R  Martin in these two days taught me the art of writing practically and undoubtedly simple , only to write anything or every I am enjoying or I will enjoy.
Hey, driffting clouds just wait a little, I want you to listen my words...
You shall love them, my darling  as I myself loving them.

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