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should recoder least one mind something more selective, more casual, nothing premeditated, memories appear after they have spent enough years to forget, of course, only a prodigious memory for issues related to my profession, but feelings a memory that is agreed to is memory.

I am convinced that I am the man who knows no forgetting how hard I try and try, I can not. On the streets I see faces, which are permeated destinations for a route that I can at some point cross, via unknown to the places they inhabited, they have walked. Their lives seem familiar, with some I identify with other disgusts me, I wonder if I'm still human, that's life, the ways of life are like that, "I thought that life was different, and when I was tiny I thought things were easy as yesterday, "he sings Vicenza, this guy plays songs with social and existential tone.

Some songs transport me to places and times Magical, enigmatic, full of paradigms that did not resolve, not resolve it for lack of time, lack of desire, I lack the desire to walk sometimes, sometimes I despair, I confess, it is normal, no?, I think if you continually do a reevaluation of my world, what can be absorbed, the times they wander the streets of Lima, center, south, north, west, every dream that leads me to my face and is coupled to sweaty windows by closure of the freezer, at every moment of the night, day, in the morning, of the time I return home late, the winds that hit me in the hair, I do not remember names and not remember you, because I do not see continuously so many things I want to start and not the start of the books I saw., I liked, but just there, keep them all something, vague reasons, but something, after all is my conviction, our conviction, mere mortals, transient laborers in a way that we find, of the thousand ways that we choose.

I'll make a collage of my life on the planet disappears, I will be a small valley, sad, melancholy for all that I could not have lived, but I will look for a gray life, like looking death in the face without fear, ready to face it, ready to give battle to burn the last sighs of my life, my hero complex I with me sure, so sure shall fail to see the things I love most, quiet. I hope, in the tense calm of every day, when I wake up and wake up with my arms ready, which hung in the closet with me, of hearts that I have next to my bed, I keep everything at night in my mind to remember what suits me and what not, I'll leave it for later, I'll leave it to the tray of outdated files, although many are not.

No notice of what will happen in two days, three, in a month, a year, but if there is a time, a watch with a timer that indicates to me that the years pass, time passes, cruel time damn long.

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should remember The fifth of my life, life puts you

The fifth in my neighborhood were once unforgettable places for adolescents at some point we, at present it is necessary to get a stop cheerleading marijuana and dealing all kinds of toxic substances. There

fifth that inside there are very small apartments, a dining room and kitchen and a bedroom on the brink of overcrowding, but to us little ones were places to liberate our instincts "Kissing", a period in which we could spend hours and hours "chapando" and touching everything necessary to discover something about our sexuality.
Some were darker than others, some were too gloomy where even told stories of souls in gloomy sentences, people who had died and went from sarcastic to the passages, but we did not mind when playing hide and seek, the famous and feared and desired hidden, when needed to choose the partner with whom he could seize. There

fifth which used to play ball, I confess that I loved to play my small pichanguitas definitely over the years I have deteriorated in these avatars, but modesty aside was a good back and very agile center to the sides.

The fifth where there was a huge wall that the use of arc, behind it was the classic bakery in which several of our balls fell into the furnace to kick assholes we were strong, those chic bakery is currently the owner is one of the bakers who started as assistants and who came to lime to break the provincial back to work, the friend Dario met since I was single, now married to the first girl I worked with him when he became owner, and she has two children who do not really know them.

Then there was the old on the block who always threw breaking balls and boiled water to their village and part of the track when we were just starting our games.

Our huge bows were a couple of stones that were almost millimeter calculated distances, and that poor goalie who dared to shorten them, went at it and understood literally kicking please.

After the years we grew and we were having an expansionist desire and begin to migrate to other areas that were around because we wanted to meet new girls, there were also houses with their own stories, but the preferred at that time was that of Av Argentina was in front of a tap, this was the best, and was the best because they had two ladders which each had a proper dark so nobody can see and disturb us, that was also fifth place where I broke through the heart first time, then became a habit in my life, and note that I do not regret, if not, all that you learn a lot, but she stopped a few illusions that never saw her again, Furthermore, only knew I had a son who became my middle name as name, maybe I'm too freaked out but I think I put in my honor and because he also liked, but all that did not help because they feel far that strange feeling of nostalgia and want to know about it, maybe life throws at me some time to re-cruzármela unexpected, I have not thought about how he would react but the safest thing is to invite her out for coffee and talk about our lives, moments that made us grow and saved fond memories.

The fifth of my life in the last year of residence in my neighborhood, was also a statement instead of the pretty girl "front" which brought back all chiquilindrujos the neighborhood, maybe I was the best conquered, but the last time I was in fifth broke my heart.

The fifth of my life no longer exist, because I live in a very quiet area where there is a guard named Carlos who is super friendly and always greets me with a smile and a hand raised in token of "here I am."

The fifth of my life were long held to have dreams, hopes, loves, heartbreaks and eternal smile fixed in portraits that just keeps my mind.