Suddenly I wonder why the need to do a monologue constantly ... when I walk down the street and start to react like a real poet who does not pass his words to paper, but loses his ideas in the wind ...
Suddenly I feel I start walking again, feeling that these typing fingers glide ...
"I've always thought it would be like my own soundtrack ... I imagine it played by a piano, classical slow .... Yes, something like that ...
Last night I dreamed about you, it's funny .. . after all this time ...
There are many ways of seeing the world, everything is relative. At least I know that when one is go, others come. But why have to go to those who most want?
A person is born here and across 23 years, 6 months, 18 days later at this point, a person born 40 years, 3 months, 15 days prior to 1,500 km away and no one we surprised ...
Where are all the people that is not here? What are you doing?
Sometimes I have the feeling that time passes very slowly ... and that is when I hope all forward motion faster ... Sometimes goes too fast and that is when I go back to back ... "
[ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2FHzEkFNKQM ]
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