time ago someone told me "quality matters little (literary) if write feelings, much more difficult to write complex sentences with words that appear only in dictionaries fat ". If you allow me to say they are a very wise words. And I recognize that it is. It is very difficult to translate the feelings, impressions and feelings of one in a cellulose sheet in these parts in lyrics hammered by a keyboard. And is that what of the feelings, sensations? Well that is something extremely complicated as we like to describe to others and give you an accurate idea of \u200b\u200bwhat we think at that time, we felt at that moment or what we thought or felt at a particular time. Yet with the blog and tried to translate the feelings, sentimientos y pensamientos que un día tuve. Unos días lejanos y la vez no tanto, o es como seme antoja a mí cabeza qué a sí sea. No se si a la hora de plasmarlos en el blog lo hecho con toda justicia y realismo que se merecían aquel mar de sensaciones y sentimientos, no se si e abusado mucho de "oraciones complejas", si e conseguido tan si quiera trasmitir un ápice todo aquellos sentimientos o por el contrario lo embrollado. Lo que sí se, es que cuando me he puesto y me pongo a escribir sobre todas aquellas sensaciones y también me e permitido analizarlas desde el burladero del tiempo pasado, lo hecho de corazón y mi única inspiración a sido la que me ha dictado en un momento dado para make such other word or removed. And is that why not say (or write as appropriate) I write how I feel about things. You could say that what I write is a reflection of how I am. I get behind the computer (sometimes, though rare in front of a sheet of paper) and let the thoughts fly to another place and that's when the words flow. And the words speak of bullying, harassment unfortunately is going very well, because what I had in my own flesh. And with all that suffered the most part born in this blog with your posts, I open the book of my history so they can have a look any interested and capable, if they can take something positive from my experiences. Thus account do not mean (I do not tire of repeating) indoctrinate anyone, nor put a "great example." With everything I say is meaningless, just that I am as I am, for better or for worse. Neither better nor worse for having this or that feeling in my time for school. At the end of the day I am a human being as so many on this planet, that this blog tries with more luck at times and perhaps in other less fortunate make their peculiar "memory" in this case about the bullying problem that is not that nice is nothing nice. I am not moved or no desire overwhelms me excessive prominence, just as I said above and also once already in this blog, the only thing that motivates me is that perhaps foolish belief that with my experiences can be of any use to fight these old friends that accompany bullying, intolerance, attacks others for fear of marginalization, the failure not only school but also at the big stage that is life and a very long etc.
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