This is nothing new. People die everyday. We could all die tomorrow. There are never any guarantees. Ever.
Why such a grim beginning to a painting blog post? 118 more words
Anyhow, I was saying that the old ladies were telling us stories when we were kids; I apologize for not being able to tell you any of those stories that my mother and my grandmother were telling me, they were good stories for us kids, since we kids would hear them many times and still we were interested in them, perhaps we were waiting for the heroes of the stories to do what they had to do to have their ways; but today I have forgotten most of these stories, therefore I am not able to tell you any of them. 564 more words
I’ve wanted to write this blog entry for a long time. Hell, I’ve wanted to write this entry since before there were blogs. I think because of how young I was when it started, I’ve never really understood it. 662 more words