and think that I wrote three days ago.
The other day I went into one of those jewelry for 12enni covered with jewels from the ceiling to the floor without knowing whether I would buy something. I missed the eye a ring with the inscription very freak peace and the symbol, that of peace, enamelled black, not very nice, honestly. But I took it, 7 €. What it is worth today is peace for me. "Peace, love and endless joy," say the Negroes. Peace, love, joy, same thing, in fact. For if you apply yourself the merits, if you give, over, landed six. A maximum of 7 euro, with the benefit of bet to see if the value increases. I always hated bet. It 's a word that makes me shudder. Yet here I am, waiting for extraction. Maybe win a few words to frame, maybe a nice letter from the head, maybe some felt embrace of colleagues. Maybe I win thoughts about me, maybe I find the woman who are fucking. Maybe I win I will take your face and be told "see you". Maybe I win. Either you win big or not win, it's a consolation. And if I lose it all is that I prefer to lose. No regrets. Imagine. It happens every time I Saturn opposed Venus. But then at least it's peace.
