In all honesty, the chaotic situation that confused me and caused so much disturbance that upset the very strong that my "inner instrument", thanks to Heaven has been less of a direct explanation on the afternoon of Friday. But if at the end of last week I had the feeling in my bones and in the 'soul was to be the victim of a bombing (perhaps after a U.S. air strike) and the pain that it produced was that of a survivor of burns Napalm-based, now actually seems to me more than anything, it escaped after a bad sandstorm in the desert. Maybe you live in illusions and maybe 3 / 4 of our life spent like this, who knows. Of this I have no absolute certainty.
Today I have a little "fallout" in terms of mood, 's mood or whatever you call it is the worst without a shadow of doubt. At this moment, I seem to feel all the pain of the world, and I am a sounding board. We hope that now everything is reduced to the terms and, at most, one can speak of a tremendous "dust storm" behind ...
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