¡Feliz Cumple!

Just realized, partly because of a friend, that last 5th of september my blog turned 2!!!

Significant that it was born on Teachers´ Day!

I have finished my dissertation. Yes, you can all rejoice now. I won´t trouble you any more.


Unfortunately my worries are endless. This time it´s due to the song by Charles Aznavour called Hier encore.

The well rendered English version of the song was sent to me by a friend.

One of the lines of the song is my next worry:

"The friends I made all seemed somehow to drift away."

Je, je, je...

Y yo pensaba que solo pasaba con los estadounidenses.

Definition of teacher in the context I am working in.

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Teacher:

A person who cares enough about abusive and ungrateful teens to work for crappy pay and long hours while hoping someday students mature enough to realize how lucky they are to have someone who gives a shit about them.


Example: My teacher may have been a bitch sometimes, but she never gave up on me and I'm happy about that.


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Immortal, invincible dreams

swarm around, intoxicating me.

Turning my very existence nightmarish

and yet I can't live without them.

They are my instinctive breath.

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Me and my thoughts!!!

"Je pense, donc je suis" (more popularly known as "Cogito ergo sum") said Descartes.

In my case, I think too much therefore I am confused and lost. I can't stop thinking therefore I am an insomniac and I am going crazy.