Here a little track with a quick poem…
Hopefully it’s pretty cryptic.
Coming to this town
Fooling all around
She is a lifted stars
It’s a pretty good life
Everything seem to be crashing in the sky
No more tears have vanished so quick
It go beyond reach
Another breaking sound
Where do she come so clearly
That it disappear so quick?
There is no way to be left down
It coming better that way
Tomorrow is maybe better than yesterday
I guess what I am still not really know is how far it can go. Life is a good thing to get through. When I was sitting near the place of the street, I was looking there for the night become like dust. I get twine into the brightness of the big heap. Until the snow could beat my generous and also filter all the mockery of the limb. I guess no one knows where it could have gone. My clue was purposely waiting at the pace of my window heart. Collapsing into the big circuit of this perfect land with lamp. I was searching the energy that fuel that rampage and dispute all the tiny little mark under the skin so hard I couldn’t sleep with lots of it, I was fueling to dust.
Hello everybody that follow us and others wondering about what happened since the beginning of January. Hey, it has been a huge moment getting into the road of the street. I get up after a long moment of difficulties. Day one it was a bit Snow that brings me out there. Really into the night, after all, have to admit, I didn’t cover all the city. I get everywhere I seem to understand both worlds. I guess, being outdone that no matter what, I didn’t talk to lots of people. I am really packed with lots of time. That pastime was foremost. Nobody on time could be really reached, so I get lots of difficulties, guessing where to go. A long moment of reaching. Time really like, hope the best for each day, cannot do better. I am happy to talk to you, I get a better understanding of the situation that people has when getting lost onto the city. More coming up.
-Desespari
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