Brazilian Before After

year in your pocket

balances of the year is gone, troubles, concerns and predictions of what is coming.

I write a lot less on my blog errant, is becoming less free time and good habits, you know, you lose.

In a few lines, I'll tell you what I wanted to write and modesty, for anger, for lack of desire, time for rain and sun, I did not write.
Maybe I thought maybe I sketched and then deleted ... maybe there in the drawer of abandoned projects.

I would have wanted to write about how these days make me sick.
I do not do political and ideological issue, but I would say more social. Then
not always end up talking about all the hate in the world, not to mention that we Sig.B the left, in fact, to us or rather the Centre-Left of the Center-Center-Left, there is always much worry ... I did not write anything except a few notes, some quotes, some gaffes, some personal and private outrage.

I wanted to talk about my chronic idiosyncrasy to the crowded, trendy, people in general, bartenders who can not do their job, newsagents incompetent, Milan, crafty vendors, contractors incorrect, tax evaders, bad manners.
Inevitably I would pass for being intolerant and too "trenchant" as they say those who know.

I would have wanted to write that football is not a difficult sport. Just get some idea, wanting to be organized and run.
But, on time, my heroes, and here I will not dwell on the usual diatribe grenade, and then disappoint me I prefer to speak and write more.
I like to write that there are four or five teams in Europe who play good football and then mention: the Barcelona, \u200b\u200bHoffenheim, Bari, Cesena and Bordeaux.

I would have wanted to say that in the perilous world of work there are stories like mine.
Gavetta, efforts and sacrifices, many do not and very few. Availability, reliability and security.
is not a Japanese car. It 's my job profile that is more precarious since August.
I wanted to tell you, but there was no time.

I wanted to tell you that I'm thinking a long story long, I dare not tell a book, I could not even the topic, but it is known that these days, everyone writes a book, even if not in fact have much to say. So why not a book
bradipeggiante?

I wanted to say that cinema is not dead. Although some outputs Christmas, pre-season and I like to think they do every year at this time. I wanted to write
good reviews on the films of the year as Gran Torino, Inglorious Basterds, The Wrestler, and others that my memory at this time forget it, wrong.

I wanted to talk about what I think of friendship.
I wanted to write to what I'm sad.
I wanted to write than they are in love.
I wanted to tell you all this and much, much more.

I do wrong to none.
I've been silent for five long months.
now reappears only to disappear again into the mists of the last day of the year that unnecessary leaves.

a sloth to write alternate.
Happy New Year.