few hours to the passage of time and accounts to be paid at year end, inevitably, are felt.
The budget is difficult to do because you have to put sum factors with different units, but the first taste seems to have been a little better than years past. A
eye s'intente.
Remains the "but", and this year it seems that there (were) many more, a deluge.
An army of question marks that I marched on and now I have left on their heads until they are resolved or swept by time or, at worst replaced.
The feeling is that it has always backed the wrong horse, but the pride requires a personal check and will not here now to list them all.
What worries me most seriously is that the desire, enthusiasm and creativity that I had are suffering the consequences of this climate of uncertainty.
Today I'm not bad, although feeling good is quite another. If happiness is to
what you really want and become what you always dreamed of as children, feel a certain difficulty for the year.
is greater than the gap between idea and action,
many constraints to which it is sotttoposti, too many expectations on me:
BUT can I say?
Hate is love, slavery, freedom, art is mediocre, the reality is appearance. Happy New Year
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