At the end of day

THIS IS A COPY-PASTE TEXT I DID WRITE SOME TIME BACK…

At the end of day
in the corner of the city
waiting in a bar
drinking a hot chocolate
watching how rain over water
how death the dry
the flood is eating the summer
my mind is in the past
your body is in the box
flowers greeting your presence

I was describing a afternoon, nothing special…

Eating at mother home

Yesterday was the church’s Kermes. My mother buys chicken and clothes. The chicken was my lunch and the clothes were a gift. For my wife there are some long dresses because she is pregnant, and for me there is a Cargo Par of pant (I love this kind of pant).

Races, beans and chicken, just like others day. It’s better that to eat in a restaurant because I don’t have to pay and there something that I like to eat. I have to write a document for Digecitts’s IT Department, upload some changes for one Ecuador’s VIH institution and I’m wetting for some file from Esteban Gomez. I’ll start to oustading receive my money.