Could say that today is a perfect day and the music sounds around my waist

My psychologist says I'm a blind man waiting to scare the lazarillo.Sin all converge over the apathy of my emotions and I also agree that the survival of my happiness depends primarily upon the approval and affection of my people.

Irrational I know myself, made my clubs accurate crosses and pursue my goals with vehemencia.Pero not, says the psychologist that the happiest people do not pursue detailed goals and are pleased to tolerance. Or so it seemed to understand.

He also says that the behaviors of today have much to do with past behavior, that obsessions and negative memories, as a rejection of love or a job loss, distort our reality and make us act like a blind man without his Lazarus.

I have assigned a guide, a co-agent who uses my gestures, manners and pronouncements when chooses not infect me with anguish and fear and instead responds to the stakes with kindness and talent.

I pledge and promise to put my resolve and not to leave his ass in the air with the tenets of my psychologist, that's what I pay. I will not be sarcastic or ironic edge or, much less will be aggressive or interrupt a conversation or try to make my opinion prevail over another (knock on wood and I say, just, just enough).

Now I go to the girl in high heels calle.Una cross a zebra crossing on his cell phone, walking slowly as he steps on the petals without being romperlos.Las streets at this time do not infect their anguish or fear. There is a room open at night to dreams. Just five minutes before the new time, an urgent humidity prevails, as if a tab is extended by the pillow while venturing in the footsteps of dawn to day, the couch you on your feet and indifference. On each cat comfortable with your photo: meek, Lights, other people, other portraits.

We could say that today is a perfect day and the music sounds around my waist.

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