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CHANCE THE MENTAL

fingers if he felt heavy, trembling in front of the PC keyboard while Yann Tiersen flowed from the coffers of his CD player .
rings he wore the ring on the index and burned, they felt like lead weights that prevented her from returning to hop on those keys, each with an assigned letter.
was scared and hesitant, was not immediately able to enter the page of his blog, so there was the time that access. He might, she could find her?
thought that perhaps all those writings, those words, those phrases, so rich and heavy with meaning for her now indecipherable and unknown, were among them, after all, a past now expired and remote.
He opened his hands and stretched over the keyboard, his fingers moved frantically as to arouse a deep numbness.
But now, despite the rings, which certainly was not raised, fingers began to resume familiar with the keyboard and cradled by notes of " Childhood "reported her mind a vague and blurred thoughts and memories, all of which pertain to the past that had written on a bright available to everyone, but not her.
It seemed almost impossible that the music could still have this effect on his mind, he was again enticing to express thoughts more than ever would recognized as his own, after being drawn on the blank page of writing.
Yes, because this was the effect it had on her well-known melodies and unknown, hypnotic effect, transit, and this allowed his thoughts to go out and enjoy themselves from head for half an hour, an hour ... To take the air "oxygen", as if they were inmates in a prison, dark and dry where they were forcibly inculcated concepts and information by outsiders who imposed on his person on the pretext of them "know the world."
take breath deeply and then taken in a fast and absurd travel more distance the more possible to her, but never leaving the room they were in, afraid to lose and they can not find more a bed and a hot meal that only one head in the prison were certain they would find.

Believe it or not, Yann Tiersen is finished with his CD Goodbye Lenin as well as I woke up and I have no more idea of \u200b\u200bwhat I wrote, even rereading not find nothing of my thoughts, my words, but perhaps maybe that's the side more sincere to me.
I go to sleep with "Far Far" satisfied that I remembered the password to enter the blog and be able to rewrite it again, even if with difficulty and doubt ...

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Γνῶθι Σεαυτόν August 3

Just today I opened my blog page at the picture of the fortune cookie says: "Do not take things too seriusly .

begin to have some doubt that it is just a simple gadget for this biscuit Chinese web pages, we hit a mess of times with me.

However just to stay on the subject of serious ...

Γνῶθι Σεαυτόν tonight was that I said out loud, was released from my lips smooth and innocent as a simple hello and nothing more ... But this I did fear, all this put me more terror knows what else.

are only two words placed in line, two words of ancient greek, but uttered from the mouth of a neo eighteen which is still a beginner with life on a beach in Punta Ala 3.30 for any night of August, well, things get heavy, especially if the first to believe in those words is precisely the one that has spoken.

I understand that nothing serious seems to escape so light colored on the page of this blog or even worse on Facebook , where they end up all my actions, but this sentence to me and not a little scared ...

So now I find myself here, the oxen, lying on a bed with the waves crashing in the distance and the heavy breathing of Clari Blessed sleeping here beside me in the next room while other people unknown to me, almost purring like a few, lost in their dreams and totally detached from the reality of the night.

But I keep turning over in bed and knotted the sheets around her legs, look at the ceiling and think about all that we had called them on the shore, the harbor, under the stars, while two men not far from us were thrown naked into the water and bathed in moonlight.

makes me wonder how I left it with a sudden "But I know myself, I know, I admit I stretched out my flaws and I know the because react in a certain way even if I can pretend in front of others or else, my because I have now all revealed.

... I felt lucky that's all, I responded with a "Lucky you! If you know yourself, my dear, you blessed, but to really ...!!!"

Blessed ... I Say?

I felt cold, I was shocked and I are self-frightened, self-fear.

Knowing yourself in 18 years, lucky you, but I only know this, I only know myself 18 years and nothing else, what this involves, never try good luck and throw myself into the fray as well in something that is actually my antipodes?

recklessness and impulsiveness is what to save me, this is my character, but I know the feeling of being more old compared to them, to find me on a different wavelength that is not theirs, on another planet, as if I was passed to the next level of a video game without waiting, without following in the level of Love, because that's what I missed.

So how you feel, early or a lost case?

arrive on the goal pre or sometimes we get lost in the pursuit of our goal without being ever again?

But maybe I have to reread the instructions of the game and see if skipping a level and winning the next one you can always go back and play that game too, that fundamental game.

Megan Goods Hair Cut On The Game

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