There are many things I can hate, and that I turn off the cigarette lighter and does not have, who can not play the piano better, the city traffic is horrible, hate not finding a good job that pays me put my whims and save me . I hate what is happening to my country and its people, that indifference to the mark and has dreams are seen as dreamers only. Hatred does not capture what happens when I get up, sometimes I hate my desperate struggle to get what I want and see that it will take me years and hate that the bread they bring to my house runs faster than milk that you take it ... that is a lot.
hate funerals and pain you see people that a word not give you the comfort of love lost, hate mblack pants is I run out and my black shirt is broken because in the factories of China to Zara the material is to "put and throw", ah, and I hate the prices of their clothes. I hate to be and not where I want, and in turn do not find in this world sometimes full of thoughts asymmetric and slow in reaching conclusions. I hate cops burned and the curiosity of the people, the tsunamis and the weakness of human being against what the same damage. I hate hate.
But I love being alive, knowing each day, a fight and a cigar. Knowing that everything can change and be a dreamer, I love playing my piano but not better, and in traffic listening to music that makes me not there, and I love my country and my people that no matter what happens, Always a
