Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Peliculas En Espagnol Gratis
Well first of all to write, I have to put a sad, dark music, Interpol, to do so, because I always write is because I am sad, angry, or something, and if more come nome more shit in the world. As in some time here, I write as a sow in a coma, but okay.
try to write, assuming my new position in life. Stronger than the knee of a goat, xd.
actually the best thing I wrote in my life, obviously not going to publish, be naked, and always be still and somewhat protected, so you will not hurt. Obvious. Learned.
I can show many things, but fear I go a day, always keep a little distance ... Because as you give a small step forward, you can scare .. and that will be running .
I still have not reached that point sopbre control my brain, when someone raises a very deep feeling, I lower the blood to the heart and I can not suppress my desire to be serene. The I give everything. Giving too much not to like in general. I know. I already know a lot of stuff ^^...
And, I just go in the pot what was going to say. Ah! yes ... especially on everything ... I have a feeling of fear justamnte after having spent a great day. I hate to actually be very very happy, that is when you get up the stairs and you can fall. If you're in the middle, I'm calm, because the strike will hurt less.
And really when I state is more relaxed when I leave the world over, that I could not stop. What things in life right?
I prefer to be in the middle. The balance is good. A half no more no more there to here ... the extreme, almost hit me scared to death. Well my no.
Now I'm listening to a song, it stings me a little, but I have to listen, because life is friendship-desamistad, joy and love and hate trsteza death and life. As I have seen a few hours ago .
My grandmother died today, but its atoms are going to transform the ground, and then from there ... I did not know which path to follow. But energy is neither created nor destroyed.
Goodbye baby.
Moreover, incredibly calm, quiet and proud. No if the shock would not let me respond, or so I really am.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
0 comments:
Post a Comment