Abiotic Factors That Affect Parrots

More From where the trail? Set up

Everything was fleeting, fugitive and fugitive in "journal" had a much more subjective sense. "Much more" no. Just had!
I have always enjoyed writing and so I have a lot easier to express on paper or keyboard to whatever you're thinking. Maybe that's why things are not exactly "líveis" (I could use "readable" but nobody "lege" on anything in Portuguese; Well, the Italians "legere," which is beside the point. Anyway, the Brazilians "read" so "líveis." Or would "convey" according to my logic?). Things are as I write exactly what I think nobody understands, I myself do not quite understand. I always embanano all trying to remember exactly what I was thinking when I wrote that. Paradoxically, I know. He said that I write exactly what I think. Therefore, I should remember when he was thinking back to record those thoughts. Is not it? It's nothing! The ordering of our thoughts is not the same as the order of words in a book, for example. The logic of thought makes sense only when it is thought. When we express it, we adapt them. Well, I'm speaking for "us" but it may be just me. You tell me (is there anyone?). Actually, do not say anything. Understand (still speaking to the hypothetical one), if "you" who is there to answer sabarei; sabarei If no one answers that there is nobody. That hurt me (oooh). The finding of the absence of a witness would remove the reason to write ... my reason. Of course do not count on readers "in kind". You see, when I write, even in a journal or a book at the bottom of any note to remind me of an observation, I write to someone. In the end I'm always that person. However, when I write, it is a transcendent self. Damn, I mentioned a subjective leak upstairs and talked to me now transcendental. You (really??) Is not thinking of a "spiritual drain", is not it?! Please, no! Not so.
Heck, by the way, I started talking about one thing and ended up talking to another. I mean, not just yet. I'll start over now and I plan to finish where I started.
Anyway, I said that I like to write. The fact is that I always felt guilty for thinking that my life was enough to inspire writing dilemmas. Of course if you follow the logic that happy people go to the beach and people trsite writes book. Reading what I wrote now found a real reason to feel guilt for what I just wrote. What a horrible thing. I remembered a book of happy a happy person that I read recewntemente. EUD evia erase what I just wrote but I will not. Dunno why, I think if someone read it here must have reason to criticize me. If I feel very confident that reason alone I now legal, I underestimated.
What happens is that I came to escape subjective real escape. Perhaps now, even with my happy life, or rather beyond my happy life I have more to produce the "fleeting."