''Reborn''

  Look, since I started on this platform, I was dying to impress you. My big goal was to have so attention and be praised from the moment the alarm wakes me until the last moment I decide to hold the dream. I wanted money. I want money. And to get it ... I had to get them to you as if singing a beautiful song would attract them like cute birds.   

The product?   

I stopped singing. I kept quiet and fled the easy and simple way: not to do. In this case '' not to say ''. I confess that before shutting me for a long time all the notes that came out of me were bald hooks, nets of badly cooked butterflies and cheap glue of disgusting rats. The quality of my word was directly proportional to my desire to get the product. If I apply, precious boys, the newly learned equation, my production capacity was nil compared to my thirst for the product. So, rather than raise the sanctuary of sacrifice of a fake girly, I forgive me PUBLICLY for being of lies.   

Now, is time to clean the shit.

                                                                                                                                            With so much love, Francisca