Monday, November 1, 2010

Monitor Horitonally Distorted



be back .-

After disappearing for a long time, I return to my room to throw up my feelings.
This separation was necessary? Yes, it was necessary. There were days when my mind does not know what to create, to tell, to write, I needed inspiration. And even traveled places, I clung to the dream was music or something, I could not.
And where was a new creation?
Inevitable, because I fell into writing something personal.

Well, taking up space, us delight with this:

"One call, with everything that ruled at that time was my dream, my hope, my dream. I still do not understand your words hurt a lot, it just I know my eyes were able to sprout tears (How long have you not cry?).
did not know why, I fail to understand you, if we were going so well
(...) What happened to us?
Maybe the story was to be repeated again, I repeat the second and third chances are not
(...)
But guess what?
I'm glad, I'm glad this was over because I knew you manage your great cowardice to love and gave me posibilidade me out this band I had in my eyes and see

(...)" "You're not the only man there, as there is one near me"


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