A time ... noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo? Going back a bit
my life, not that I had not before, I spent much of this year to a very special person with whom I had a very beautiful, with all its ups and downs. Mayra, thanks for everything, really. I love you and never forget you never ... unless I get Alzheimer's, in which case the brain deprived me access to my memories, nothing more.
As I said, returning to my life, all the buddies and work more seriously, to put it in some way, I have found something that I no longer possible to plug: I like working in web, yes. I like things to be functional and attractive, too. I like the internet, too. so viscerally hate is to see how all this is not directed to the web, to the fun, functionality or the view that technology can provide. focuses on trade, the bastard sales, business birthed in the ass to sell, money. nothing more.
and I do not want any more part of a system rather than provide solutions to needs or applications that help or entertain, worship the business model to implement any solution, or anything else, raises first and always, the question of "how much?" Ergo
soon reorientaré my life to my real interests: digital animation, drawing, music. literature gives me almost by itself, plus it helps me exercise more imagination that livelihood ... like all the arts to all artists in this country except to "artists" business and commercial ... fucking bitches!
thanks.