when is it now
lundi 31 mars 2014
in a delicate genre I do not see how
in
a delicate genre I do not see how I'm going to go further, I have big
shoes , and for resizing I need a finer vision, it may be that digging gradually
discovers the trouble to do so, because at the beginning it's light ,
so I do not know where I'm going , I walk from one place to another
without being able to tell me that it is a limit or a
clear choice , so why do something, but every day I come to the same
conclusion, I must continue otherwise I do not know how I could live , I
came here not to sink , I write sentences,
and that matters of chance to see what happens in the middle of the
other senses , I do what I can, this is a comic adventure, but below the
tragedy , so when I go I careful
not to lose my money, I do not have much, I keep it for later, I can
say that I kept instead of spending it , that's how I look ahead, I make
a decision I stand and after a few days I 'll be back in the same place
and I finding evolution, it's a bit the same but what happens is that
the key is saved despite the attempts of destabilization, along
with everything else and that everything is in lust for life , it's a
world that opens, homes that dress, gray suits , temperatures increase
and a glass that can contain all my
dreams, I think that's why I agree with myself, this is a chance to do
this trick on his person, I get there because it's been that I went to
ask why I
could do this trip at the time had not answered me, and now I
understand why there is never any answer, we can do it yourself project
which leads in an
adventure that does not stop , then everything plunges into the depths,
no one knows where we are now is the time that I expect , and I do not
know when it is programmed , maybe tomorrow in April me a flowering
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