sometimes overwhelms you a terrible feeling of loneliness, which is accompanied by a need to escape by traveling to places you need to know before you die and you have to live before the time is too late and prevent freedom of mobility and independence gives, without attachment to anything or anyone. Perhaps a person to make the case and not look back as the immediate response to the sense of provincialism in which we live when one has more than fifty days doing the same thing mechanically. Living with others elsewhere, in response to the word that someone fortunately generated and inserted into the dictionary, 'cosmopolitan'. Quitting the navel of the world and fall into the feeling that the Earth is much broader and beyond seas, clouds and oceans another horizon, another future, other arms and other indissoluble lips and kiss and say that plague fortune and perhaps more sweetness and less packaging and ridiculous. Yes, it's that feeling you get some Monday just sounding the alarm and turn on the radio. The need to transcend and be yourself in another place, to avoid reaching the provincial and the future.
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