I have not loved that much these days, without thoughts of migraine headaches by thoughts of stolen wallets, documents lost, of mornings spent in front of a door, of swearing that it is hard to count, to sprained ankle, the words that come out and misunderstand, but also for words that are so clear that it is impossible to misunderstand ... days of unseen stars of ruminations on time lost, mosquitoes and need to stop for a moment and give respite to the brain, liver and heart.
The table describing the main symptoms related to different levels of blood alcohol concentration argues that if Mr Breath began his vocals to 1.78 are:
Stunning.
Aggression.
depressive state.
Apathy.
Lethargy.
serious impairment of physical or mental condition.
aggressive and violent behavior.
marked difficulty in standing and walking.
Hypothermia.
Vomiting.
If so says the description table of the main symptoms related to different levels of blood alcohol concentration I can not replicate.
But they were also days of tents, women who speak and hair dyes, countdown, imagination, smell of fresh air even when there was no knowing that there will be soon. .. days of fires that do not light, of afternoons asleep, awakenings surrounded by cotton wool, to me that I think would be nice to finally find that you do not even know who you are, but in the end I'm so well, that is not the worst of my ills.
Days that end tonight to make room for others ... I'm already there, I can not imagine where good but I feel the fresh air and the desire to see him and feel up to being sick, until reach the North Cape.
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