The few texts that were lost in the black notebook: Maybe it's because long ago that I write, my pen will not tear the paper, or perhaps because of the light, or the position of the moon tonight. It may be true that she does not stay with the light the sun gives it away, only to give it to us. Because maybe well proves that the sacrifice is the only way to retain the happiness sublime and not that stale and outdated ... Maybe
not matter.
We're just vibrating atoms, perturbed by the confusion of time
Heaven ...
need throw back a little, gain momentum from the past to move forward, and if this momentum is not enough, do not be ashamed, sink into the past to the neck, inertia soon you will float to the surface. Velo
stained with soot. Sometimes I have no choice. The paper catches me. I can not say no. He chooses. I am a puppet. Nothing more. If you do not follow the movement of the threads, they are snared more than they are. Oxide powder meat. Let go. Go with the delicate melody and not look back, because you will become flesh oxide powder. Do not look back. Do not try to understand the path, just follow. You never learn was good. Just delayed. Whoever wants to be (mighty) cautious (guess, confusion or transcendent meaning) is stopped and will not work. Opposition ... principle of action and wild way smoothly around obstacles. Being perfect is not around them, they will surround him. Just follow. Because it is aware of its end and can withstand. Nobody on earth it is. Not even yourself. I certainly do not, for you, only you are the missing link. That exception to a theory invented by cowards. I'm the coward. Stop reading.
The community costs, as users transmit sensations, almost fifty euros, transparent, month, because life has its share of reality, provided we do not make any errors in the accounts, there are those who look to heaven to take gravity into the body, cleaning lady, who bears the brunt of the ideas whose implementation still has not practiced at all, it takes twenty dollars an hour, regardless of where the feet are supported constantly faced, total between the cleaning lady and the porter did not have to make ends meet, flying over the heaviness of the body, there will be cheaper to buy cookies, flying over the heaviness of the body, we can not continue to pay the dentist, flying over the heaviness of the body, what does it not have teeth if there is nothing to eat, intangible nature of air cooling ideas, ideas that are developing serious due to the lack of gravity of a day like today, to hear rhythm and learn to turn around the page when necessary, while listening pace to catch you hold and mold the body to extreme noise. Flying over the heaviness of the body. Pacing with head movements, the shadow of lenses, which are no longer Jewish Sunglasses Ray-ban but a mobster anyone who does not even decide on his own life.
live in the lower corner of the brick where he built a kind of phrase that just left the mouth of the dying, and that blew too early. Live crushed by the power of the flock. And I'm hurting with the corners of nonconformity. Animal existence, which is very easy to mold, but I seek out, just to squeeze blood from my brain. To get a really thick ink, viscous enough to paint my portrait, only mine, so that nobody else knows about the wasted blood, otherwise it would be angry, I know.
