there is in life a vision that is feeded by truths but as each has its stock of real it is difficult to agree, then to find out what it is I'm looking in the city that can afford to change field, because here it is finished, I must find something else that gives me another mission, what happens is the song stops, the music that has bathed me for so many years then to be able to do what is more or less what I want, I am available for full recognition of my work, which obviously requires a sufficient reward for me to travel without always thinking about what it costs, and so I think I'll do it, because what happens in the head it is a bridge between self and others, in what human has essentially a memory of the first time somewhere in the brain that recorded all that has happened since the first human there for millions of years, but this part of the brain is not accessible, and we do not know how to get there then to try anyway go, I seek artificial means to get there, what I like and can in no way serve as an example for what I do I do with all my being is unique, so it is bother others try, there is nothing serious in what I do, if it amuses me to do, that's my problem and when I want to do is that in my career I intend to do something else, but to get there I need to do that based on my age and my power over life, which is not the same when you see it from afar because we must admit that for the moment there is not much, but why this time I did not know I had to first be tenacious as regards the passage I have not found, it must be somewhere, but hey, I go, and whatever happens is under control, so I'm sure I do not make a mistake, it goes so fast that everything happens is treated quickly so I pray and I count the days, one two three miles, and yet how it starts, it starts again, again and again and how
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