I'm moving... jejeje as you know I am kind of a geek with this computer thing. Since the hosting in the miloc server is gone I had to try other hosting opportunities. And I finally found something that fits my needs. Here there are the main features of my new site.

• new address http://piko.110mb.com.
• RSS feeds so do not have to go there every time just to see that I haven't post anything.
• Blog with wordpress. I HATE BLOGGER

Ok. I hope to see you there to catch up my coming soon features.
Off course since this project is not going to be part of my new site the look and feel of this site MUST change. Thanks for be so patient with me but I promise right here and now that with my new hosting and my hate for facebook. This new site will focus all my attention.

" ... ..."

Wait... to look at her head
Wait... to smell her heart
Wait... to take her face
Wait... to kiss her voice
Wait... to hear her lips
Wait... to touch her hand
Wait... to feel her hair
Wait... to hold her eyes

" ... Wait... to love her... wait for her ..."

I know... I was supposed to write here more frequently than before... but technology really pissed me off. Darth Vader is death by now and my home screen is death too... besides my cell phone ran out
Let's hope everything will be fine when SHE returns

" ... ..."

What else was I supposed to do if I did not want to be there but I was supposed to???? I just did something that allow me to be there being totally obvious but noticeable by none
What do I need??? What do I want???
I think I just wanted that he knew I went there but the rest of the people simply vanishes into the flames.

" ... a whisper ..."

Can people be so stupid??? The last time I checked, the numbers 10000 and 999999 were different.
Am I so wrong?? I know, the internet is so revolutionary, but... to change the numbers???
or is there people who actually believe that crap??

" ... ..."

I think the monster is back... too bad for me (I think) but I kind of miss him.
Today I realized that the monster has evolve into a more contemplative shape.

At this very moment of my life I feel somehow in love of the photography and the sounds... kinetics stuff are not welcome this time. I want something constant, not in it meaning but at least in its appearing.

"... I'm a weirdo ..."

Today I began a post about me and my friends flying a kite. Unfortunately that post will have to wait till I feel good.
Today it was going to be a good day (I thought) but somehow everything turned into clear bullshit. Hopefully today I will learn that my time is gone or maybe, my time never was. I just don't belong there. I guess it is time to let it go. It is time for me to fly alone again. It is time to rest. It is time to be. It is time to feel. It is time to stay.

Thanks anyhow for making me believe I was real, thanks for crushing me against the bushes and make me feel the spine. Thanks for teaching me how life sucks and how I do not want MY life to suck.

Here I am returning to my old creepy post that none -even me- understands. I just begin to write and write, and I just have to stroke this F$^%& keys and allow me to think that I am coursing myself into some better stage of mind.

" ... I don't belong here ..."