I am kinda sick of almost everything around me lately. I am fed up with the lack of time. It is not easy to get along with it all. Day by day doing the ordinary, obligatory things is suffocating. It is more than enough. I cannot see the end, will it have an end?...I hope so...
Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand. The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert A shape with lion body and the head of a man, A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds. The darkness drops again; but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
...Well I have just spent more than a month in Argentina, and now I am about to leave, too bad isn't it?...YES IT IS!...eventhough, I want to say thank you all of the people who helped me to get there and who were so helpful and nice to me during my trip all the time...sentimental or no, I will never forget it that's "SEGURO"!!!