Could somebody help me with this text? thanks so much
Today is 04/16/19. When I write every day in the diary I always look at the numbers. As if they wanted to tell me something. 04/16/19 It seems like another day, but I like to think that it hides something. What do I hide? What would I like to convey? When I wake up I see it clearly. I leave many parts of myself to stay with a piece of light. That can be sharp, even dark. But they are crumbs that feed. There is the trick. Throughout the day my mind disperses again and to fill things. I feel it like sticky chewing gum to which dust and stars are attached. The doubt is terrible. The euphoria goes on and on and the stars are blue and shine. And I look for the target. And I run. And I feel my breathing grow and my voice calming down. Recycling is a meticulous or rageful exercise. Just one head with two equal hemispheres or the repetition of an image in your head. Turn it as is. Do not want to be soft. Do not talk about love. At the end of the day you are you and your pain is the experience. You are awake to your pain. Are you awake. And in the end everything is mixed. There is the trick.
(this is a translation from Google Traductor so i guees is not metaforic or intelectual and i would like something like that)
(i can help you with your spanish) =))
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Could somebody help me with this text? thanks so much
Today is 04/16/19. When I write every day in the diary, I always look at the numbers as if they wanted to tell me something. 04/16/19 It seems like another day, but I like to think that it hides something. What does it hide? What would I like to convey? When I wake up, I see it clearly. I leave many parts of myself to stay with a piece of light. That can be sharp, even dark.[no es claro] But they are crumbs that feed. There is the trick. Throughout the day, my mind disperses again and to fill things. I feel it is like sticky chewing gum to which dust and stars are attached. The doubt is terrible. The euphoria goes on and on and the stars are blue and shine. And I look for the target. And I run. And I feel my breathing grow and my voice calming down. Recycling [posible un palabra diferente] is a meticulous or rageful exercise. Just one head with two equal hemispheres or the repetition of an image in your head. Turn it as is.[no es claro] Do not want to be soft. Do not talk about love. At the end of the day, you are you and your pain is the experience. You are awake to your pain. Are you awake? And in the end everything is mixed. There is the trick.(this is a translation from Google Traductor so i guees is not metaforic or intelectual and i would like something like that)
(i can help you with your spanish) =))
Sí, Google Traductor no es perfecto. Es un poema? Hay muchos oraciones corto. Si posible, entrar en dos o tres párrafos.
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*** This is definitely a very deep, pleasant and emotional article to read: it seems metaphorical and intellectual to me. :)
*** Poetry / prose can get away with using conjunctions at the beginning of sentences, but it is technically incorrect. sorry :( I'd call it a minor issue in prose and you could possibly leave it as is; others would say no).
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Could somebody help me with this text? thanks so much
Today is 04/16/19. When I write every day in the diary I always look at the numbers. Aas if they wanted to tell me something. 04/16/19 It seems like another day, but I like to think that it hides something. What do I hide? What would I like to convey? When I wake up I see it clearly. I leave many parts of myself to stay with a piece of light. That can be sharp, even dark. Bbut they are crumbs that feed. There is the trick. Throughout the day my mind disperses again and to fill things. I feel it like sticky chewing gum to which dust and stars are attached. The doubt is terrible. The euphoria goes on and on and the stars are blue and shine. And I look for the target. And I run. And I feel my breathing grow and my voice calming down. Recycling is a meticulous or rageful exercise. Just one head with two equal hemispheres or the repetition of an image in your head. Turn it as is. Do not want to be soft. Do not talk about love. At the end of the day you are you and your pain is the experience. You are awake to your pain. Are you awake. And in the end everything is mixed. There is the trick.
(this is a translation from Google Traductor so i guees is not metaforic or intelectual and i would like something like that)
(i can help you with your spanish) =))
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