when is it now

mardi 22 avril 2014

when I was just

when I was just I did not do it , but since I am in a position to blue, I know it's in the bathroom so that it leads to the sink , but this is complicated since I realized my inability to take life seriously , everything seems ridiculous , it sings, it drinks , but it does not know understand the other , it is a sensible choice for some reason we thought like a camel , but it crashes in a grassy field , like that one does not need to be white , you just pay attention to the rain that wets it is not good for returns because given the drought character we must admit that anything is possible since I came into the world there are years I came to the conclusion that everything is in the other room get there , it takes years but one day it happens, this is the last day of life, but it has to be in the best condition , so I spend my days wondering what to do that could make me happy, because happiness does exist , I met a day it was snowing , I stood as usual near a window looking to see what is happening outside , when suddenly I laughed inwardly, because there was no more I that j ' was before I started a new cycle, it is great to live because it is carried in more right which is what can be more sensitive in the universe provided a good position to get everything together to right time and when it happens it means we are fully extended in a street or boulevard, it depends on when it's okay if it is then the most discerning because you should know what happens it is useless to take a rapid change when you can see the roof of the house across the street , be aware , this is an exercise that takes time because at first we see nothing , c ' is absolute black , as if everything was silent, which is completely false, it is an image that is used to show that everything is possible , as long as you see the small hole that can not change because here is permanent , it is not old or young, it's right there, so why not try once because it was something to do other than be nothing in these days , but the trip what it is an accumulation of pleasures , people we do not know , of payments in other currencies and me who comes here just to forget who I am, and that is what I see at the intersection of street and another street that I do not know , an old gentleman who is folded in half and can not see where it goes , this is how I understand that in a precious state we must be sure self and then you can always go for a cold beer thinking now is what we wanted and that 's it, but then it goes off, it's a fun passion, and if I was happy, even if I see the problem , everything is different , there is no more confidence

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