Because in the end we all are, always a little 'poised
. Poised between the sun and rain. Between the living and the pain of living. Today there is no sun that warms me. That makes me feel. Today we would need to drink, to buffer. To anesthetize the pain and paranoia. Depression. And the anxiety that rises, I feel that explode inside. Turn in my circle. Confusion chemistry. And want to go along with this rain, let me go. Climb with me to ride the wind. Let us carry. Let 's make the air howls for us to decide. Breathe of our hands each other. That in this life and death we are also capable of coming to laugh at life. Ups and downs that undermine our walk already uncertain. Digging the brain, the memories. Dreams. The inner part of history of each of us. The bullshit and defeats. Poised. Always. Anyway. My eyes continue to go over roads that do not know. I hardly see it. I never really learned it by heart. And the people who encounter difficulty in recognizing. Unable to recognize in a dimension that I feel are not mine. Often. Is there music pulled a ball that acts as insulation to life, the one outside the car. A mixture which frightens and at the same time esalta.Traccia 8/In The Dark Places. CD / Let England Shake. Polly Jean Harvey. In a continuous rewind the tape ...
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