natacha atlas and the days are not the same
I do not like traveling by bus ... before me were pleasant, and today has become a corner of tormenting memories and desires ... life undoubtedly tired at times and in these times ... there is nothing that motivates me, as a company or some fact ... and sometimes I get this question: Where comes all this? ... Where the hell? ... and if I wanted, why nobody seems to stop to listen a bit? ... all come and go and only discuss things for me without any sense ... without any reason ... I regret to say that one day where everything I'm tired, even life itself ... I still can not keep taking elixirs, or any substance ... I want to get away from all this that perhaps becomes a torturous journey ... Laj