Help .. because there are days like this?! We feel dead inside rooms, sometimes with the lure of being able to see out beyond the windows ... but the window will not open! And everything takes on a negative aura, everything seems to be surrounded by high walls and you climb, unable to cross, and you inflict more and more are smooth, almost mirror where the only thing that reflects you are with your despair ... Then there are days
dull, confused by the color and flavor uncertain, specially made to relax and soothe the worries ... But you would not want to rest, only feel emotions to be sure not to be hurt by spending your life ...
There are days without time, where your head is attached to the golden thread of memories and you satisfied at the thought of them lived. We take the melancholy that makes you sad but also a little 'happy anyway because you're done in that past but closed forever inside you, shaken with a touch of shiny diamond.
There are also days of pain, when all the weight of the world you feel strong and powerful on your fragile shoulders. And you feel down, down ... until a yearning for the spiral of life is the better of the death around you, it gets inside the bowels sticking and being able to spread their wings crumpled. There are
days when you do not do but smile and sing and dance ... almost no reason. But why is it just a fairy tale that is emerging for you, regardless if in the end there is a " and lived happily ever after" because while there, and empty the gray and undefined are tinged with new splendor. There are moments
where you broke my heart, you have two eyes looked like no one has ever done, snatch your soul the mind the heart ... and take it away because you left it at that brief moment lies the sense of all day past, present and future ...
dull, confused by the color and flavor uncertain, specially made to relax and soothe the worries ... But you would not want to rest, only feel emotions to be sure not to be hurt by spending your life ...
There are days without time, where your head is attached to the golden thread of memories and you satisfied at the thought of them lived. We take the melancholy that makes you sad but also a little 'happy anyway because you're done in that past but closed forever inside you, shaken with a touch of shiny diamond.
There are also days of pain, when all the weight of the world you feel strong and powerful on your fragile shoulders. And you feel down, down ... until a yearning for the spiral of life is the better of the death around you, it gets inside the bowels sticking and being able to spread their wings crumpled. There are
days when you do not do but smile and sing and dance ... almost no reason. But why is it just a fairy tale that is emerging for you, regardless if in the end there is a " and lived happily ever after" because while there, and empty the gray and undefined are tinged with new splendor. There are moments
where you broke my heart, you have two eyes looked like no one has ever done, snatch your soul the mind the heart ... and take it away because you left it at that brief moment lies the sense of all day past, present and future ...
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