Creer, Vivir, AmarVivir, saber perder, gozar triunfoCreer, Vivir, Amar
Creer, dudas corren sueltas
Amar, cierto estoy, haber nada mejor.
The fish is talking to meEvery night, just as I’m falling asleep, the fish talks to me. Peter is not an ordinary fish, he needs not water nor food, and is made of ceramic. Peter is a vase, and inorganic item with a hole on his back, stuffed with pens, pencils, paper and some coins, yet Peter talks to me. “Hey jackass, look at me when I talk to you or I will choke you in your sleep” he often tells me. Now, I can see how this might creep some people out, but I have been hearing it for years and Peter has failed to even move from his solemn spot, in a shelf above my bed. Normally I ignore him, but on some lonely nights, feeling bored and unwanted, I respond saying “WhatThe fish is talking to me
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"Language was invented for one reason, boys--to woo women--and, in that endeavor, laziness will not do."
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