Maybe You know, maybe don't (stract of my diary)

Constant Salinas goes through the life, and it crush his brain, he is full of tedious things, then wonder for the sleep, confuses realities, He goes to bed without sleeping, gets up without waking up, He looks himself at the mirror and said...what the hell? and that is the idea.

When the privilege turns into an obligation? this situation gets worse the privilege to making it inestable, to transform it in something ruin, horrible and finally oblivion.

So, what is left? only what you bring with you, maybe a temporary illusion, but I doubt it would be a good one, those gone with the disappointments.

It would be late to regret the tiredness, because the effort required things that you don't remember, feelings you've forgotten, love you've never lived, fantasies there are gone in the blue sky and the wish of dissapear.
Now, my friend, lets take a coffe in my imagination for finally die when the world sleep.