John Story: The story of love
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A motivation speech: realistic
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Pattern, cut, path, normalized
In a new way that I did fortunately take I feel the chosen wavelength on the everyday music tumbling over my ears. Felt a bit too much gravity and shining star, brighter each time. Where are the beautiful circling around the little puzzling artefact leaved by the others leaf going each and other way burning the hand of the light and remarks that leave others kind of surprise. It was a soft touches that blind me up.
Sometimes but not always I did open and close my eyes to brightened little assumptions over the tracks full of rest of bottle on the way toward. From another world, completely going forever.
Over a sigh of brush, time to go from a feeling to another ones. Did everything just stop there and always come back somewhere else, marking the little ground.
Love sight, love stay, love underwent.
Sometimes but not always,
It will go, and come back again.
The amazing time spending
It’s the way that I look onto what is good and what makes everything a little more confused. Hopefully I hope that I did my best to recognize the good time I was simply using the knowledge and it was fun. The whole entire circle was a bit overwhelming but clearer. The time I was looking to manage all little failure as there was not there, really. The long burning sun that look bright lighten. Fun part was the signing and the burning coffee. Look into the best craving of freezing cold. It was brighten all the right stuff. The knowledge was fun to be with. The rest was all sumptuous and good care. Sometimes it don’t told all the stories but still feel like a good time peacing out. Each days as a new one. I Have a lots of commitment. I really like the moment and found at least a way to cope. It’s great stuff always take the time to look in the good manner.
A little track with a little poem
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
Desespari – Hold Me Down
Mixtape
Lyrics :
Hold me tight,
Everything is going fast…
And all it get torn,
hidden in a box,
Everything moving so fast
And all it going nowhere
All the time
Hold me down, breaking into sound
Hold me down, breaking to sound.
Broken Bells – Saturdays (Official Video)
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Long run, bit of it
In a amazing night, we get into a discussion. Get there posing is eyes on me. Looking for a great manner to ask me. I told I was not tired of living the moment. Look wisely I get a bit more interested, I check the rain falling over us. It was romantic, I feel little less uncomfortable for once. I guess I cannot have the feeling badly, I say that we could get together, which was denied first.
After the first encounter with coffee, he was amazing hair. I say I was not exacly what the world demand sometime. I like how it cross my vibe. Looking forward to the lunatic sky that get some mystery behind, dancing and floating in this madness. I told I was not a perfect person, told me, I got out of a relationship, that got behind. I say do you mind, I’m kinda of a geek. Isolated into the branch of the system, looking for peace in a moment of lots of myriad it goes beyond me, to see clear, my vision change, look at it. A good night dancing with the bright night under a good balad. I’m only happy when it rain. Which didn’t get denied. See ya tomo.
The street of New Way
The big time I say I was somewhere in between. I look there nothing that changes, long time getting on. I would believe it flow once in a while. I keep on walking in the little place. Never I take that long path, I refuse to admit I was looking like them. I keep negotiate really near there almost a long road but today I don’t have time for that. I am willing to find someplace one day, surely hope. Living like that is a bit too much ahead. Things were living in that place. I hold my best way to go up. The perfect dream has to be relapsed, it goes further the point of no return. I guess they all silence that kind of vivid. Look upon another wall. Convey the pathway each side, get the loopback, it would do the hold. Things bring always a better way to appreciate the little bit of conjecture.
The human convenience
We take our shape we continue to go onto the land of desire. Everything goes away the light began to blur. It could have been. I was in a war, I was myself going to the little dark grin. Broken the glass fall into a little one that could be empty. There no way around. I am serious in not believing that it would change something. Things falling its all a mess. I get everywhere and I try everything, nothing will help convince that bothers enough to get a better way. Alone like that and it’s finished. Where is the brave new world? Why all dream says we gonna die, do we know if things are against us all the time? Where we can go free and begin back our journey and get a better vision. Another cloud going to smother another one. If we could just get any, it would rains on our shoulders, and we would be defeated, we can move clockwise, and we can also look further away just to decide that we can not afford yesterday.