One year ago I started to write again
One year and a half ago I harmed someone
Two years ago I moved to NY
Two years and a half ago my father was about to die
Three years ago I finally finished college
Three years and a half ago I did a road trip in Cal
Four years ago I celebrate New Year’s Eve in Oaxaca
Four years and a half ago the alcohol unleashed my demons
Five years ago I ate two ecstasy pills in a row
Five years and a half ago I use to write without stopping
Six years ago I dramatically fell in love
Six years and a half ago I used to hook up a lot in bars
Seven years ago someone cheated on me
Seven years and a half ago I got crabs
Eight years ago my first nephew was born
Eight years and a half ago I was drunk every single day
Nine years ago I got out to party every single Friday night
Nine years and a half ago I went to live in a church
Ten years ago I liked to be stunned
Ten years and a half ago my college went on strike
Eleven years ago I suffered of acne and neurodermatitis
Eleven years and a half ago I wanted to runaway from home
Twelve years ago I had a diary
Twelve years and a half ago I kissed a guy and a girl at the same time
Thirteen years ago I cried the loss of the first love
Thirteen years and a half ago I stopped going to church
Fourteen years ago I had doubts about God
Fourteen years and a half ago I read Zartre (or that was what I thought)
Fifteen years ago I was a backup dancer for a girls band
Fifteen years and a half ago I still played with my Playmovils
Sixteen years ago I wan a poetry contest in Junior High
Sixteen years and a half ago my height was one meter and ten centimeters
Seventeen years ago I was ordered to study mechanics
Seventeen years and a half ago my mother worked as a maid
Eighteen years ago my father was a disgusting hog
Eighteen years and a half ago I dreamed of living in Chiapas
One minute ago I’ve just realized I have to be honest with myself.
(by Alberto Bremermann)
Escrito por betobremermann 
