I walk thousand miles Try to find a answer Nobody was trusting me I was walking all I see was gather I was in a big city Nobody know me I see nobody that I know I see couple walking I see couple in motorcycle. All I was wondering is why I was misplace Why …
2014 archive
Jul 07 2014
The bassgirl story
I was doing checking in a red secondhand vintage store, check for some, maybe a cute good old fashion wood coffee table, heard a little pieces of classical not use to it so don’t recall the name, It was violin and piano, playful it get me in the mood, after a while, I get …
Jun 22 2014
New York 1997
It was summertime and the sun was going to the desert darkly and red. A giant leap was harvest the city, inside the city everything was bright, everything was hugely speedy. The night of the cities was having honk and it was a breeze of the night, crawling into a restaurant, I was searching for …
May 29 2014
In the way toward.
I was today with the same surprise I was listening to the same answer. The therapist don’t say a word … Listening without even talk like he was quiet. I think sometime is a weird place to be to not having a answer about nothing he say to me I invent again my sickness, my …
May 27 2014
When I wake up broken, you wake up silly.
Little pet talk here, you know we are millions miles away, we are broken altogether in different ways. I like you so many way but are we doing the same mistake? Sure. We want a explanation why we didn’t get together soon, it’s impossible to do nothing about it, could ever this go better, change …
Apr 30 2014
I’m glad to be back, honestly it was the time.
Hi there people of the world (just kidding). After two big month I was afraid I cannot blog anymore, here if you don’t already know we talk about good thing, my hobby is liking to compose stuff and you can listen it without a problem. Enjoy your stay, I sing since my father die, almost, …
Feb 21 2014
The woman with a brown hat
I was waiting for the bus at the subway, when for no reason I was wondering, why I don’t run for past some time, I lose some precious energy wondering, what my past life was, near the bus station from my old school, that I’ve been without really finish my degree, I was so running …
Feb 18 2014
When a joke become a sarcasm
Le professeur bluff est à la fin de cette article ! We often believe as the friendship, he’s stole him all great trophy, myself in the background. Bluffing, having a poke or even more tremendous as political clean. So perfect is still enjoying the thing, it’s wasn’t the time he say to be somewhat bigger, …
