when is it now
mardi 28 avril 2015
Another time I went to the cinema
Another
time I went to the cinema and when I came out I saw a strange house
that looked abandoned and as I am not curious I went there and I became
myself because to be ordered to do knowing
that the system wants all incoming be counted for that when it come
it's not worth going to complain, as it is time that I go through the
house I said goodbye to friends
to the next, but with the firm intention not to set foot in this asylum
degenerate to contact the mystical call 3103, but that is not my taste
me what I like is the spices, funny
jokes, laughing people, for it is through the hole I see only one
solution permanent transfiguration that controls all ports but also
airports, people traveling, the others who have done nothing but who
do not think less and as is the custom here, you have to learn the song
that tells that one day a soldier returning from war was trapped by a
bunch of vultures but as is a
chance to leave at noon, it happened that all the rest of the world is a
passion for history and as it rocks, it's going car to walk, and now to
please the audience a moment to trash that
everything that is thrown is put in bags that close well to prevent the
garbage start dancing rock in the deserted streets and about five in
the afternoon I see a passage that leads elsewhere, so I happening
and I try my luck, it's my day, I have no doubt, it's full I'm doing it
again, it enters a new box, but as I understand it I like it
is well done, and for that I am not the most miserable, because I like
the comedy of life, it makes me happy, I can not help it is as if I had
decided for nothing that
everything that happens in one out of two or three in houses that smell
of chocolate and for the chance of getting lost in unknown places but
it take me for someone else because I like it my
peace what happens when all is done and that I am weightless, which
does not usually happen quickly but when I have nothing to lose, because
life is sweet and that n 'arrange
anything for the pain I will go further and I will shake all I can in
my arms to reassure me because I do not know what I'll do next, am I
crazy to keep power at any cost a
position that passes me over the head, but believe this is true then
there more than that hat and red slice of bread or beans, because to be
in this adventure I had to wait 47 years to not spoil all
the space I settled a living room and a bedroom, which seemed of a
sudden be the purest happiness, we know that only when everything goes
so fast to
the point of turning into dust in the dancing body to remember
everything I still have to say, but that's for later as life passes like
a bull about to die, that's why I
tell myself that everything happens by chance is the result of an
ancient preparation because at the moment it lacks salt but then when I
go away it will become what it can within the limits of seats
available for the bottom one is as close as if we were in school to
learn French, but what happens at the bottom is another slice still cut
easily because now we are witnessing an amazing spectacle that does not change once in a century
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