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Spiders paint the wall but only find old bricks. Devour nonstop music and never listen to you all. There is never enough light to illuminate the whole world at once.
close my fists Now I cover my ears and close my eyes

pending that has to happen.

Medal Of Honor No Cd 1.11

Modern-

Let me say that I have all the answers for a world of constant bombardment of questions, where all day to open my eyes, I feel like are becoming visible in rare forms that surround sounds for my dreams and imagination.

are like little delusions with which crayons betting would only know how to draw with three colors, three figures, three ways of knowing unique with its many possibilities to go filling each other, I would like to recreate those landscapes that memory can not recognize, those who do not even know how to distinguish between his nostalgia melancholy future promises filled with fears, anxieties, and above all loneliness.

eyes that know lie with the warm flicker, lips that know how to give kisses without flavor, hands that are timid when it comes to touch the senses of the skin fugitives , a nose that blends into the cold city in the afternoon Torrential rains are passing over the blocks to advance their narrow streets populated by vendors without illusions.

New and old music parade now and empowered girls who do not take pity on the least of my mental sobriety, I can not stop for a second before the idea of \u200b\u200bnot thinking or refer to the specific moment that music belongs, or belonged?

Solo would be a simple matter of lifting the front without fear of anxiety dissolved in leaves that are smeared with mud when they fall, it is better to hold your breath and dive back slowly as this over time to melt the clock.

strange sensation that is perceptible to an audience that does not care to guess what they conceal my movements, only a fearless witness is shy and avoids my eyes full of feeling hungry of new scenarios to take life, to learn to swim in your dreams without constant rates do not teach you to dance.

There is a slow transformation, a new air comes in through my senses, still can not understand what the direction is implicit in their messages, even fails to achieve not belong to the moments that touch me, flee to get away a bit of routine and simple, I need learn to discover the paths that are tangible with words and imagination.

A sign of life, not known, a diffuse mode imperceptible, is tucked between his words, his look and space, construction of old accomplices and will not be sufficient time to establish myself as conquering between the territories of novelty.

Carolina Moreno.