sometimes curious statistics of my blog. Apart from the search keys, which are fun I share with many, I like to find out where they come from the unfortunate readers of this space presumed. Search engines lead in this rambling island, either, navigators of the North, Central and South America, in towns and cities. As usual, these discoveries, my mind wanders, and wonders how many of those survivors back then consciously on these shores, those are really what they want, and how many remain there for more than a heartbeat, and if there are, what they read, what they like. It is a sterile question: the lightness of which I have these pages are the things that strike me in daily life, I am interested to know if they are the same as others. And then there are the most unexpected hits, a bit 'like a bell at the door at midnight. Last year I had a Swedish player, as long as I have been assiduous diligent in writing. I had a Swedish player. It is a very rare thing, do not break the bank like the lottery, but a child could dream of winning the lottery but I could not imagine having one day a Swedish player! In a sense, have a Swedish player, is something beyond imagination, beyond my imagination at least. My Swedish player, unwittingly, has opened my mind because I was his silent presence made it possible to imagine readers and writers than any other part the world has made me possible, indeed that there are no more separations. A clear concept in the era of the internet, but this only made me real metabolize.
not find it anymore now that I'm missing a bit in the statistics'.
How strange the world can be. Links unsuspected, potential and were never born, people who do not know who you are, and yet, a bit 'you know.
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