are projected into an uncertain future and when I feel so 'I want my mind to go back to remember that the human mind and now believed persi.La' sa incredible find ghosts of a past that delude you can relive the good momenti.E so 'I shut myself away in boxes in the attic and I think ...... I think the anticipation of the first day of Christmas vacation, a foggy afternoon the friends who are waiting to go to the cinema, our faces almost crushed in the windows that exposed computer living in the category of games ...... a miniature railway at times attracted me, damn I can smell that can 'hear, smell a mixture of chestnuts, nougat, bread crumbs on the tablecloth at the end of Christmas dinner . but as an astronaut at the mercy of his ship continued to be sballotatto between the valley and the wall of memories of this presente.troppo fast for this photographer, continuous reel and cling to everything 'which always seems to always do Thee turning point in your life! A search of compromise, let a circle in quadrato.Mai that I could go home from a postcard ....
I lose
a scream in my throat stops
do not know how to hold on to ropes hanging
do not know which one to choose which string I
tirarera 'up from the swamp
which string will fall' will just 'grabbed from my trembling hand
With this post generated by cold conditions hope that Christmas can be celebrated by all readers of the blog.
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