"But let the fiery human tears fall one by one in your heart, and that it remain not brush it off, until the pain has faded to the cause. "
is time to move forward, not to oppose the flow protester who looks reborn, after finding this empty space so vast that intended to happiness, cooperation and trust. I crossed a mountain range hidden in shadows, shutting my eyes, clouding my mind leaving it naively create chaos in an acid lake feelings but passengers who failed to make bigger karmic shaped network which remained tied. And if my heart was suspended in the inhanición, I confess it was for the good fortune or perhaps a reward than a decade Amor came back settling down, waiting for the day of stray bullets, the day Maya attacked us, leaving us homeless and without a mission in the world, that day consumed their fruits that kept me alive, electrified, linear pulling me from the abyss normal.
When you reach the bottom, there are two options: adapting to a foreign environment, or the tedious way up, but there are mountains to climb, there are others that must be defeated.
If I've got here is not mere chance, if I have the brain of a child who knows that to speak is no need for automatic sounds of affirmation or denial, but simply being, not within that existentialist, but rather within that of the eternal soul over the years to come rising up to the yoke sensory. I still do not want to grow, if that's what they call growing ...... For what?.
This backflow reaches inevitable, can I adapt to this way and if I should accept the public maximum that one is free to dream, but not to live in the dream. Growing well ...? for what? rather lead to end this awkward body to see what lies beyond and in any case again, they are only assumptions, I have no other to overcome the lion and bring him to live with my eternal soul of a dog, walk the trail where we have become. The
Leadership is very fragile, the power of darkness and destroyer of the real is not irelevante as I thought, and if me is to succumb again or take them where no one has come before, has always been my nature to venture by the two roads, the survivor feel, knowing the dark reality that proclaim and aspire to those most alienated are not living a dream, this great dream of God within, of possessions in the center and decide what is right or wrong.
I am a simple man seasoned in rich mentally retarded and placed in the spotlight as the son of a KING, I'll try that after so much love, tears without rinsing and walk a bit quiet have mercy on me and realize that I am but one more than vibrates everywhere desperately trying to change that ........
If an unquestionable certainty is that the river can not deny the inevitable encounter with the sea.
When you reach the bottom, there are two options: adapting to a foreign environment, or the tedious way up, but there are mountains to climb, there are others that must be defeated.
If I've got here is not mere chance, if I have the brain of a child who knows that to speak is no need for automatic sounds of affirmation or denial, but simply being, not within that existentialist, but rather within that of the eternal soul over the years to come rising up to the yoke sensory. I still do not want to grow, if that's what they call growing ...... For what?.
This backflow reaches inevitable, can I adapt to this way and if I should accept the public maximum that one is free to dream, but not to live in the dream. Growing well ...? for what? rather lead to end this awkward body to see what lies beyond and in any case again, they are only assumptions, I have no other to overcome the lion and bring him to live with my eternal soul of a dog, walk the trail where we have become. The
Leadership is very fragile, the power of darkness and destroyer of the real is not irelevante as I thought, and if me is to succumb again or take them where no one has come before, has always been my nature to venture by the two roads, the survivor feel, knowing the dark reality that proclaim and aspire to those most alienated are not living a dream, this great dream of God within, of possessions in the center and decide what is right or wrong.
I am a simple man seasoned in rich mentally retarded and placed in the spotlight as the son of a KING, I'll try that after so much love, tears without rinsing and walk a bit quiet have mercy on me and realize that I am but one more than vibrates everywhere desperately trying to change that ........
If an unquestionable certainty is that the river can not deny the inevitable encounter with the sea.
! Broder Always with me!
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