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And the final call, an end ... Tonight

On this day three years ago a young boy who aspired to start a blog to start getting a smile to someone, or at least entertaining for a while.

Today, 305 innings later put an end to this.

Some girls wonder why I do, others no matter why you did before and some just not be interested, my reasons are simple and meaningless: I lost the urge to follow here, with a notebook Blogs, with a thousand crazy things swim. Maybe one day these crazy stopped appearing, leaving the busy road between my fingers and keys ... And suddenly all was blank.

everything I write I do not like, and not to tell, and not even apologize or how.

For what you have been there a long time, I ask forgiveness for everything I've written and start now also ask you to put the finish now. I have known in many ways, so that neither I remember them, my sorrows, fears, joys and disorders, particularly in texts, songs and something we might call poetry.

All this we I write to you dear friend, I tell you that if you see me, show me what you think, if I renege on my dirty hear a voice and if you taste my lips than to despise it. I'm all you've done and I do not regret anything, three years fantastic and curious, full of anecdotes that may stay here saved me and others I leave on my privacy. You have my recommendation to forget writing and only remember the titles, because if something I am proud they are of the thousands of jets that have been crowned the texts, which of course have nothing to do with what really was the text.

I have seen many of my friends started on this as I am, and as others left forgotten, before that I prefer an ending, a "the end" to this film series b. ..

And this is my end, my farewell approaching the 1:33, at which time it began, and of course this time it's over, now bury the "vibis" who started this blog, to the weird stuff I wrote while still in writing wise, dementias of a young man to the problems of the studies, the loves, the monkeys in my head and of course want to write all he could possess.
Today my opera ends with a bang and a rapid diminuendo, with a sweet melody, the same one he started.

This is my last goodbye, my last hug and my latest craze ... There is nothing left, French clock was stopped at eight, tired of doing tic tac ...

... It all ends here.