The Diary of the Anti-Suicide Malaquias 2

By Matias Leonel Sarmento

Bad-here-ace is Siamese with his guide "My messenger angel" tells the truth, the mind is a wound that must be left open. Capable of exterminating me, or are their internal cowardly realities that do not penetrate mine? Here I deal with issues that do not occur with anyone, my philosophy of life is to anticipate while the light of the biological clock goes off in front of a black hole respecting its rhythm.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Matias Leonel Sarmento
• Release date: Oct 27, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005294403

Matias Leonel Sarmento

Soy Matias Leonel Sarmento, vi la desilucion de cerca sin poseerme y sin lograr que me haga activista de ella. A los 13 años supere deseos de suicidio (generados por otros no de la nada) y desde entonces me decidí a escribir sea lo que me pasaba en el día, o poesía, hasta que conocí el buen rap hispano y empece a sumergirme en ese mundo, tantos ensayos, ganas de no desperdiciar hojas, escribir con lápiz, y hasta ahorrar reglones, lo fui abandonando en el proceso. Le perdí el miedo a suprimir, a escribir con lapicera, a no ahorrar, a tachar, y finalmente a escribir en celulares modernos, debo decir que también en el proceso perdí muchos escritos en celulares genéricos, ¡alrrededor de setenta canciones perdí! calcucalando cada una con una duración de 3' minutos, algunas no organizadas, otras si y muy buenas algunas, pero que va, en los libros akasicos o en el tercer cielo deben estar escritas todas nuestras palabras antisuicidas... En fin, a día de hoy se unas técnicas que quería compartir con quién quiera aprender sobre la composición y algo de improvisación del rap

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The Diary of the anti-suicide Malaquias 2

Leonel Matias Sarmento

Smashwords Edition © 2021

2nd edition

October 2021

ISBN: 9781005294403

Copyright © 2021 Leonel Matias Sarmento

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The Diary of the anti-suicide Malaquias 2

Smashwords Edition © 2021

Reason for waking up

It is time to remind me to take advantage of it, to recover it from the harmonic order, which attaches effectiveness and the long fertility in what you love, therefore existence and a name in that art, and in hearts, where access cannot be governed by two people, but, yes the spirits, they have the art of reporting a portal in each reflection opposite to this real plane.

I wake up because it is not the same thing to look unwillingly and want everything - that contrasts with the superb nerves of drunkenness in partial and latent lust - to savagely tear slices, to remove the danger and the greenish hiding place in a field and prepare it; doing this you are going to be like a sweeper or lawnmower doing your job, when suddenly ... surprise! The universe rewards you with a sanguche, which gives you gratitude and unexpected dopamine. Isn't that better than wanting goods from anywhere (even if foreign, developing envy) like crazy without any fair measure, which all it does is empty and fill you in a bad mood with girlies?

The harmonic order is programmed weak because they know that if instead of forgetting the constant wandering and enjoying potentialities that you did not raise, -which brings importunate and a betrayal that commands you- you create powers of ideas, the time will come, that these ideas (that you value from the beginning their emanero) are going to cooperate with each other like a line of soldiers passing supplies without alters who grumble for help, because they are all part and there are no unconscious levels of treacherous switch. In short, the best awakening is when you sleep with order and harmony latent under your veins, but you daydream, with nightmares that we do not water, which are usually the echo of experiences that we do not create or domesticate.

I wake up this morning to leave a mark on your entrance, and I will see that if you resist, it is because you do not follow the harmony, if you let me in your way, I will see that we are similar and empathetic in certain pieces. But there I leave you, my imprint on your anonymous heart, I want to, and I know that I will be in beautiful places even if I am blind to the five senses, because I know that the mere presence already generates changes, by being militant, I will respect our militancy, mine and yours. I know that only the spirit and compatibility belong to me, then nothing belongs to me, and I know that I belong to change (I am not talking about politics), that's why I get up, because we all drink change potions, even if they are not direct drugs, you I assure that the harmonic order is the drug of the patient.

I walk awake this noon because maybe what hit the moon will return in a few centuries and maybe something underground remains, in that digestion of unburnable matter some delay may remain and the races that may be underground, as a fragment, may use it for another civilization anonymous or page of a book, hook of a song, or falsified on a tablet, those dreams are the true advances on which you have to

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I comment in all languages, banking on reality, internal or not, or both, the effort to move forward and to the front is congratulated, without leaving the mission for which we exist