Another year draws, capricious, memories in my retina. Insists on letting go notches on my face, even imperceptible, and emptying the pockets of dreams. Is that without realizing it, the time open grooves in my skin, scratching my body with hands on experience. dangerously
I approach the age when they say that "we must settle down." Well forgive me, but my head is still the best place for birds (and some other specimens which will not talk more today.)
Today we must talk about crisis, influenza and football. Today at 30 you have to be mortgaged, with steady job, preferably married and with children on the way ... Now I'm drowning, I'm melting in my own Maverick forward. Looks
parental cross and condemn me for mindless. Comments fraternal screaming that I have no choice. Friendly winks trying not to listen to nonsense in C major. Sitting
waterfront hugging my loneliness, I try to keep the sand slipping through my fingers. Am I the only one you try? Illusions shoes so far I have been wearing on the road and now my bare feet want to reinvent the way, off the road, through forests, deserts and steppes.
My eyes will not be looking back, looking to find a smile broken and gagged by forgotten dreams, lost and not tried.
I approach the age when they say that "we must settle down." Well forgive me, but my head is still the best place for birds (and some other specimens which will not talk more today.)
Today we must talk about crisis, influenza and football. Today at 30 you have to be mortgaged, with steady job, preferably married and with children on the way ... Now I'm drowning, I'm melting in my own Maverick forward. Looks
parental cross and condemn me for mindless. Comments fraternal screaming that I have no choice. Friendly winks trying not to listen to nonsense in C major. Sitting
waterfront hugging my loneliness, I try to keep the sand slipping through my fingers. Am I the only one you try? Illusions shoes so far I have been wearing on the road and now my bare feet want to reinvent the way, off the road, through forests, deserts and steppes.
My eyes will not be looking back, looking to find a smile broken and gagged by forgotten dreams, lost and not tried.
"... I'm going to be different, I will be me ..."
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