I certainly cannot recall when did music started to make me sad, giving then a bigger space of time to the silence... But now I must confess, I don't know which one is worst for me.
Another night crying until I fell asleep. I hope these tears don't turn into a sedating effect for my nights. I hope all this crying will pay up eventually, but who am I trying to fool, tears do not pay, only effort and sacrifice.
Couldn't help to think in that book of Oscar Wao, and couldn't help either to hear the voice of The Mother in my head: "Tu ta llorando, por una muchacha?! Sal pa la calle a ver si se te quita la mariconeria!!!"
Somehow, now I preffer the silence while I give myself time for things to change.
Tas*
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