when is it now
samedi 17 novembre 2012
a day is lost, what to do, you can not catch it, it's too far, I do not waste time, what is lost I let the sharks, stay on my boat, hoping one day arrive on land , it's been years since I float, avoiding traps, building on the hard drive, but I see the storm approaching in the distance, I prepared as I can, with a few boards and a lot of hope, a day will come when I could shelter tornadoes, I'm in the fight against age, I got my first opponent, how far I go, it's the unknown, I do not know, anything can happen, the body has a capacity of creation and destruction, it happens in everyday, every hour is a receptacle for the show, it happens, it's like this, you can not do anything, it is the storm of feelings we thought he could guide his life in the midst of dangers and you have a woman who comes in and all of a sudden starts the trust is a large gap, the water goes, the ship sinks, the past is off, there is more light, everything disappears, start again from scratch, this is hard, it is soft, the future is impossible to imagine, we take refuge in the past, but now all is well, that's what counts, this is beautiful, it reigns, nothing can destroy it, I am, this is a pleasant reality, I am able to create is beautiful, but it is beautiful does not last, so I'm all for it to last as long as possible and at the same time I'm a little break for it, the human is like that, he does not live in happiness, he You also need a bit of misfortune that result in lost happiness he thinks he knows it is lost, he did everything for it, but he can not help but think back to a mode of nostalgia, nostalgia happens when you miss something, life is short, if you miss too often opportunities, everything becomes blocked, you must exit and start a new cycle more random, there is the brave who arrive at some thing, others are getting nowhere, life is tough, it is ruthless, no second chance
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