What Does A 96.5 Temp Mean

brain, the year zero?

Year Zero in the comic book series was the way to say that the story was picked up by an author, leaving the track completely rewritten generally similar, but changing, simplifying, clearing some plots and uncomfortable events that may ruin the play fluid a plot. What
hits my brain?? Maybe the tsunami did not affect only dream islands and defenseless people, something has gone by, a strong wind has erased many things that bother me, radically changing the look of my thoughts, simplified, removed things, thoughts fixed fixations, anxieties that were woven together, almost everything has been replaced by a single line, a beach where everything seems to grow again, after deleting almost everything.
So it seems to me to be back to zero, with a story to edit, a future to fully explore, the more beautiful?? ugliest?? who knows ?????
certainly different, retaining only those milestones that I can not do without, but apparently without many of the things that bother me ....
Year Zero on how the idea of \u200b\u200ba revival, even if the years will remain and those that are, in fact ever increasing, you do not win the passage of time.
You can try only to improve the quality seen that the amount is always down ....
could live just a few months emotions, feelings that I was already so ... Meanwhile
change habits, keep the friendships that have given me so much in recent months, do not forget the people you love , people who deserve much more than what I gave him ... But I have no more than fixations of research, things that might not even exist, that thing about making people who already exist, mythologizing, elevate to the roles that do not exist, nor want, judge, belittle, I do not feel better or more ....
year zero hour has gone ..... sure it will be better than others .... I hope ...

Blood Rushes Down My Hands

sent you the sky?

The light hand touched her back in a tender embrace, one thought and few words from the mouth of him, I sent to heaven? The
grin and happy for her, as if to confirm that you are an angel.
light eyes were indeed those of a clear sky with light clouds and shadows given by the beating of wings, those of the color of earth he expressed the hope that the meeting between land and sky were a prelude to paradise .....
She smiled, closed his eyes, answered the question with another question: And who sent you?
The answer was in the air, unspoken, ethereal as the feeling given off by that look hard, deep, continuous, with the fear of getting lost, to get away.
Sooner or later I'll have to go, she said, he continues to tighten, firm and resolute with sweetness.
: No one holds you. said, laughing.
Time passed and nothing seemed to divide them ..... Who knows??