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You were cold I blamed you You were dead I blamed me You looked mute I felt deaf I blamed her Or was I deaf? You were gone No one to blame I was alone With you still there. I went back home And you looked The other way.

Josep Martínez just sent me via twitter this very nice nice article and I recommend that you read it too: Alyssa Aldersley: The double life of being a parent at an early stage startup After finishing it, I thought that it would be interesting to comment. After commenting, I thought, well, now that I’ve written

This poem is halfway between David Allen and Charles Bukowski.