June 27th, 2005
In this day and age, June being a month like any other, with the peculiarity of having borrowed the name from the Roman goddess, borrowed from the Greeks' Hera, and being wife of Jupiter, mother of Mars, the god of war, and Vulcan, the celestial artist, which makes it now completely meaningful, twenty seven being my lucky number that never brought me any luck thus far, two thousand and five being a year as good as any other, five years after the end of the world, as we all know, the universe revolved and decided to baptize me Alma-Grande or, for those unfortunate people who never spoke this beautiful language, more beautiful than any other most beautiful mother language of the world, Big-Soul... Feel free to disagree as I feel free to disagree with anything you might disagree with, for what does it matter? What does it matter? What does it matter? Leave me so that I can live me.
Ah... this normal madness...
