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How I met my man (accompanied by my contradictions)

I want to tell.
I wrote a post yesterday.
front of the PC, at lunch in the office, I saw a boat.
And a man.
I wished for him a peaceful passing of time. But it was more
strong his anger.
Banale the image of the boat over the waves. Stronger
his cynicism.
Banale pretend that behind every dark corner there is light. "Have you ever felt you pain?"
And I understand that.
all the intensity that I wanted to show that man, has crumbled.
All seemed useless. Without special
.
"I am alone!"

In Japanese ideographs of "Very pleased!" correspond to those of "painful death in the night dew."


I won,
Overcome with a sense of futility and waste.
I began to doubt the piece that I published. Almost to prove anger.
"erased, deleted by myself because I can not do. Unsubscribe."

Today, the boat returned to port, that post is still here.

And I'm happy.

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A man in a boat (only)

I spent several hours on that boat.
Banale: relax following the undulation of the sea.
Banale: lost between the black and the stars.
Banale: Find a distraction to an unrequited love.
badly paid.
A painful love.
Banal ...
Banale: chasing dreams that come true.
Meanwhile, the waves, banal, filled my heart through my ears.
Banali the stars shining between the outstretched fingers of my hand trying to catch them.
Banale life.
Banale pain.
trite and unoriginal.
Banali tears bravely remained attached to the cilia and not down.
Not even that time in the boat, went down.
I fell asleep and perhaps dreamed.
An exclamation point in a life without her ... trivial ... empty ... trivial ... trivial too ...