Tempo Rubato.

 I'm so fucking stressed. I didnt' even study today or went to the Conservatoire.

I cannot breathe for today. 

 Maybe I'm overworking myself too much. I'm preparing all the subjects of this year, next year and next next year. Stupid PC with no audio. 

 My heart... I'm going to practice.

 Tomorrow I have to help a classmate with two subjects, an exam, prepare a group composition, transcribe a song to Sibelius... and make a CD.

 I think I'll skip Japanese lessons... for the third week in a row.

I'm so tired.

Flaxen Hair.

Nace una flor, todos los días el sol...

Soul Power.

 Ugh woke up today at 5PM approximately, I had nausea the day before. My head is still banging.

Kanji's LTA!

Venezuelan Waltz.

Quedabas esperando ecos que no volverán.

Flotando entre rechazos,

Del mismo dolor vendrá un nuevo amanecer.

 Tomorrow is the presentation but I'm not nervous. 

I hope friday there's classes.

 El misterio es contradicción...

Rapture.

L'Etranger. I need: to continue this novel; do the Harmony excercices, revise Music History, revise Kanji's, grammar, learn vocabulary, study Fundamentals.

Sighed the same, both. And now they're part of a rain far away.

Te Deum.

 I kind of fucked up my ring finger nail. But not too much, in fact it could be something good.

Japanese lessons, now. And one of my strings broke. 

Nitsuga Mangore.

 11th grade guitar, because fuck you fingers. Barrios' piece is getting better with time.

Instrument, Harmony, Counterpoint, Orchestration, Music History, Form.