Dust yourself up and try again

The need for writing was so great. The pull of words... and feeling that I failed myself deleting this. So as the song says... If you fall, dust yourself up and try again. And as Wolverine says, "It hurts because it is healing. I don't want to give it up. I want to fight. I'll stop fighting the day have my little piece of terrain".
I've been having nights of vivid dreams these last weeks. I think it has to do with my ordering too much chinese food. Every time I have curry for dinner... anyway, I dreamt myself writting again here, in the Laberinto last night. Writting in the blog. I thought, "it cannot be, it is dead..." but it is not, I guess. So here I am again. And some relief it is... 

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