Death. Thirteenth tarot arcana. Meaning: However, something cut. Leave the past behind. Sudden change, for better or for worse.
Interestingly, this letter is not literal, does not mean that you will die in thirteen days or anything like that.
say that psychologists say that people lie more by phone or in person than in writing. However, a psychopath created by Andreu Martín (crime writer and psychologist) argued that the most effective way of lying was writing. So the writers lie or tell the truth? In the movie V for Vendetta (I can only half comics for reading ^ ^), the Wachowskis say an artist lies to tell the truth and a politician to hide .
I still I have not very clear why I write, and until I find out I do not want to continue on this path. Keep writing itself, but for me ... I do not know if I want to be a professional writer. I do not know.
I started writing almost without realizing it, and I do not remember why, in a Word 95, which then became 98 when I fell in love for the forums. With Internet (yes, yes, with the Shift mayest that as Juan Manuel de Prada will we reserved only to God, xD a very good article) I found that not was so rare, that many people my age had similar literary tastes, and I was leaving the juvenile novels Periscope to expand horizons with the rains of recommendations that I fell for those readers. It's been a couple of years (I think) and grow. Some I like them, some badly, but most still have my respect.
Then came the fashion blogs, which looks set to stay here for a while. Well, now that I think what I write, with the fashions never know nowadays. Only time tells what fashions change the world and what not.
I got hooked to the blog of Ozymandias, as long as a day of things in technology, and some of his colleagues. They talked about the things they liked and disliked, the geeks Meetups unforgettable night of paranoia that entertain but then reread what you've written and die of shame, but do not want to correct you do not lose authenticity.
And at some point between March and April of last year I made this blog. Black background to highlight the white letters on the computer screen, simple, functional design. "It is not only beat us" in honor of my Captain Alatriste and Perez-Reverte (father and daughter), authors of the book and my new release in the fencing. The subtitle is somewhat cumbersome, so I thought at the time.
another site I had to write.
And, gentlemen, I will close it.
has served me for fun, play, laugh or blush, and share critical praise with other bloggistas living in different parts of the country. But I find no compelling reason to keep writing here. I am also very paranoid, Oo and I always wonder what would happen if a hacker who does not like what I say here are my ID and more things and spoil my computer or put cameras in my house y. .. good, that I just wrote is bullshit, but you see, I can not develop their imagination and be logical and rational 24 hours.
So if you want to write lies to tell a truth (ie, novel), I have the Word. And if I want to keep a diary of my life (this blog because I can not call every day), I'll buy a nice book in stationery and write nonsense without shame tooodas later, without correcting anything, because I know that no one will read ... at least, and if I can help, until I'm dead.
To those who you answer: thanks for your messages. And before you answer this, I pray, no dramatics. ^ ^ Uu No "Oooooh, but penaaaaa," because I do not feel no pain:-p if not, close it. Those who
do not answer but they walk by here from time to time: twice thanks.
When you enter the spam messages that came before it put the word verification: I appreciate you, man, but you deserve a real job.
What else I can say at this farewell?
So long and good night.