I wonder how come there is always hope that the midnight of December 31 has some strange cathartic power that no other nights, as if you were different and to turn concedesse page.
Maybe it really well.
My midnight was incredibly quiet, next to new people and nice, in a strangely quiet atmosphere, where even the barrels of the Barona seemed muffled to make room for colored fountains that appeared in the fog.
Here, I wish this were the case in 2010: a year in which everyone had the opportunity to seize the opportunities that occur, to enjoy new experiences, to welcome each new experience without fear, to choose their own way.
a decision, but not too noisy revolutions in their lives.
The revolution that really matters and will therefore be much larger.
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