I believe that such auspicious title is the most touching invitation to the reading of the following lines where no surprises can be found. The consequent dilemma is the necessary text extension to force challenging readers to give up already from the begging and to not drag them to a complex working mind episode where from nothing good will result. With the adequate minimum number of lines, the number of people really interested in continuing reduces, at least in a first phase. The curious returns (in a not so further future) full of courage to assault this experience. New ambitions in quantity need to be achieved to eliminate also such possibility so I seek for the number where even the greater believer in the quality of my pure weird thoughts at least hesitates and that will be the exact moment where I place my final mark. This first introductory script is not necessarily introductory to anything and I hope those who felt the need of only start reading see this as an indirect, but most honest advice I can give right now. I do not possess a concern for people reading these words. I honestly don't. Today this post is only a fight against sloth and lack of will in writing in this blog about something and especially in English. I mentally struggle with words I cannot translate, create or reinvent and feel the typical eloquent Portuguese guy in its Benfica training suit desiring to flower violently from me with all the necessary special effects, George Lucas or Spielberg style (randomly selected), and scatter trivial and profuse articulated sounds with meaning, vulgaris words, either spoken or written anywhere. I miss writing in my mother tongue, and I miss it so much that writing some 'fitas' (I just discovered I have no clue how to translate this word to its actual meaning, probably strait stripe of silk fabric), typical for the end of a student academic life, turned out to be refreshing despite all traditional sentimentalisms expressed and which I obviously do not corroborate. I have certainly not yet accomplished the adequate number of lines which is not an obstacle and inclusively it is appealing and interesting only for irrational people. But in any case due to late hours reasoning I end this mild anguish tour around some other satisfactions without reaching any conclusion which necessarily does not have to exist but always everybody expects one, or a moral or a diffuse blended thought where intellectuals (or maybe psychologists) find the kernel of whatever I might have written. Indulgently I say sorry for wasting your time... Please be comfy to insult in the comments section!
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