Blogger and I

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.
 Let me first tell you one thing, from time to time I will not devote my time ) of just writing any ideas or any lyrical narrations that have been casts or, better to say inspired by my day routine life.
In some days I prefer simple free writing, I know it is quite stupid to write about nothing. I pretty much concerned about that phenomena, however it is quite a sufficient tool for improving what must be improved.
Without any more hesitations and postponing let me start.

Tonight we will rewrite one short story by Jorge Luis Borge (don't confuse with Borscht, that is actually Russian native soup )
The other one, the one called Borges, is the one things happen to. I walked through the streets of Buenos Aires and stop for a moment, perhaps mechanically now., to look at the arch of an entrance hall and the grillwork on the age; I know of Borges from the mail and see his name on a list of professors or in a bibliographical dictionary. I like hourglasses, maps, eighteenth-century typography


Brave and stupid