, or what is being "I have the Abandoned Blog"
When you do Chapter 69 and makes not the slightest joke, not the slightest allusion to the" funny " the number begins to think that things happen. I turned the blog into a travelogue. Which is fine, but no. Long time no blog do standard entries. Of course, to think what a standard blog entry is quite mysterious. You might think about this in this chapter, or maybe not, since I'm writing this entry on the fly. I am writing on the fly so I can write a chapter of this without talking about nothing in particular. Because one of the things that had the blog as abandoned as it had was not knowing what to write. Well, yes. There is one thing, one thing on which I want to write. But about that thing I can think of no words. Well, yes. I can think of, but not worthy enough. No, not decent. Are not enough. Period. I also noticed that lately the word say much worth. Well, and its variants. Thus, almost irrelevantly and as a postscript. I say this in a while. But now they say more often than before. So much that I noticed. I'll change. I'll leave it to do, I mean. The thing that I want to talk about but can not find enough words is one thing that has happened. One thing I liked to pass me, too. This blog, before turning it into territory monopolized by my travel book had been a kind of overture to the poetry. A somewhat strange approach, because what came out were things that were called poetry before it existed, but once made did not seem worth (see, again) correct to call poetry. That's it.
I continue another day, I believe that this quantity and has left me a worthy entry. Aggg.
Decent.
Now maybe put me in my
fliquer to choose a picture to illustrate it and make it pretty.
A photo of Rome, I'll post. Made by a girl in Rome. With an old camera and almost as pretty as the girl who made it. (As an almost as wide as the world)
Which by the way, the picture is more appropriate than it seems.
Oh, how I have stayed at home.
