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Who says he has never repented of did, but only what was not done, lying, deceiving themselves properly or is just crazy. Certain memories when it comes to the surface, triggered is not known exactly why or by whom, and often at a time when the head is unprepared, rambling, bring a chill in the neck and a familiar and unpleasant feeling that makes your eyes shut, his head give a discrete balanced one last - and always useless - denial, followed by a slight shake in the body as exorcizasse the trouble happened, both memory and the very moment of the incident. Healthy reaction, but as a manifesto, useless. Memories like these keep coming back.
These pins sharp and rusty that unexpectedly insist on sticking to the bottom rear of what can be called consciousness are not narratives of the wires of each case, but individual landmarks and desconsoladores. They are small flashes of moments of personal tragedy, angst-lightning, which may not directly influence the path of anyone's life, but certainly mingle with the existence of every human being, even the most correct of mortals, bringing with it the inherent impression that if these facts had never occurred to life would have been better, much better.