comes a time when you're not even notice anything. Do not you realize that the days are shortened, which always reproduce the same television programs, which for the third time in a row you've cooked the same thing, you've stopped putting the top and you went to the pile, do not place any more converse, you have no more room in the library ...
You grow, without realizing it.
Lately I've been reading Frederick *, and every night I go to bed sad and aware that dreams are but clouds that thin out at dusk.
* Garcia Lorca
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