It was about time, or how your words come back to haunt you. Ok, I said I’d never do this but, hey!, I’m a human too, and I am entitled to change my opinion without further notice to my customers. Basically, I have none, so…
I think it’s enough for today, in our next episode: why the fuck are you writing in English if you’re as Spanish as a paella? Just as a preview, I’ll borrow Beckett’s words: I can’t. Why not? I’m waiting for Godot.
I’ll take a few minutes now to get to know this shit, change the background and images, set up some categories or any other random thing just to not study Renascence Literature.
Cheers, mates! I’ll add some links to some bloggies, in due time.