Awakening, call it so, he knows a lot of euphemism, that some nights I should start a damn drugged te.Ma in my head I only have so many songs and so many images that give a respite to our pseudoimmaginarie battles.
I was under the age at which an adolescent begins to wrap styles and transfer from parent to praise himself.
The arguments were becoming typical of all of mine: the first successful attempts to gain time, to get away as possible from the room so great that too began to compress the air and the desire to take everything outside could offer.
A brother, a bond, a model, always charming, with an unusual form of communication, made notes and poetry, between tears and laughter, monsters and teachers, long hair and boots, rags's and Backdoors.
A manna from heaven, which must be recognized as such and so I would say it was.
The enthusiasm of being over the top, the frenzy to begin working on their own, as a representative Music, offering everything in return for genuine surprise and approval.
The first news, the initial agreement, the first complicity.
The similarities in treble clef.
It still occurs when the entire meal in a hurry, a new dish arrives, causing congestion.
I still remember that picture on your desk, large, ready to be framed and hung, along with that funny guy with long hair and hands folded, as ridiculous as curioso.La description of an outdoor concert, rain Three or four balls persuaded to stay until the end, earning a chat and a beer.
"This is someone who really understands us. "
And I with that CD in hand, very puzzled as he wandered in his hands mocking the cover of the psychedelic family of puppets and licenses more stupid than me.
I could not realize what to expect, that that would influence my way of seeing things, that voice, that strange music and lyrics would mark the border between the beautiful and sublime, between the useful and necessary, between the funny and the absurd, including the pleasant and exciting, including immersive and overwhelming.
The discovery of a world of few where I was suspended for a cowardly lack of faith, tempted by the comfort and disturbed by the experience, clinging even the inevitability of the circumstances, however trying to do everything possible to follow these new ideals so that dragged me.
The After.
Manuel.
The simplest and most comprehensive way to describe and write the illusion, mouth that spits contemptuously all his phlegm on society and surrendered without stimuli, the terror of predestination, the fatal disruption of its weather, coaches and wagons emotions.
Last night, while waiting, I felt close to the memories of my time in this year, with the idea of \u200b\u200bher ever thought of a reverse.C 'we were all, with distrust neglected, curious and now more than ever difficult by surprise, in the midst of so many people screaming their, say, respectable and pungent last album, now mirrors of resignation and regret that so much mediocrity.
think that I had lit a worthy initial violence, when it seemed to scream its irresolution, angry, ashamed of how to convey what keeps inside suppressed, those who do not forgive, who still feels unique and concrete.
Her last cries to anticipate the lumbago?
He had said from the beginning, in his arrogant and sarcastic thanks
"Now everyone will be offended that we have forgotten teribbbilmente, but advanced age and the memory goes, Olal - Olal "when the weather was still useless and everyone was proud to be outraged.
Unfortunately it is no longer a question of memory.
'll be forever , what you've been.
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