My fifteen years opened a decade that I do not want to remember. At that time down to hell as easily as if it were the "hereva" of Lucifer himself, instead of being a middle class family in Catalonia.
Me felt lost in the real world, with a marked tendency to question it, leave it and investigate its cracks, alternately.
abandoned studies, worked, worked and studied. At 25 I give help my family, who had always been there and I did not see before. I got some internal emotional stability and I can deal relatively well in the world. Twenty years later, though, I'm confused, and remains in my day an uncertain sense of loss.
(among thousands of songs, King Crimson Epitaph includes, as a symbol, that decade prodigious)
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