Hello there. The angel from my nighmare. The shadow in the background of the morgue

Many things have come by. I won't talk about them, once more. I'm not suffering though. Too old to do that. Things get far more complicated than that. Good night to you, fellows.


Proud of myself

Being proud of oneself is a great deal, I daresay. There are many ways to. Some people are proud when they've created something. I will admit that I've almost never felt that. For me, being proud has everything to do about doing right in human relationships (and being the same person drunk and sober). And it's the first time that I haven't shamed myself, in a while.

Well just another self-centered post. But believe me, you've missed the worst.

PS. I've decided to expand the blogs I read also to music ones. Take a check


People are leaving

and I'm creating. It's been the first good photo I've shot in ages. Just enjoy the bittersweetness.