Love the bomb

I started to write in my organizer at the time I'm reading a Saul Bellow's book that Fran lent me. I'm impressed, I feel like getting back to the past, when I used to read more than now and books could keep me busy the most of the time. Ths book is really absorbing me, each drop of my blood and all the air in my lungs. Surprising! But I feel like depressed because the character in the book, so similar to me.


A lot of work all this week.


I don't wanna talk too much or just don't talk. Just if I need it.
I cannot forget about three books I'll lend to Fran: one of Henry James, another of Marco Antonio de la Parra and the third about Iluminatis... I don't know why but since a lot of time ago she's looking for something about them, she's a bit obsessed.