Web

As a dance ...

A chase, a robbery, a prize.

This is the life.

Gracious

like the steps of a dance;

Stalker

as unfinished business;

Burglar

a moment like that can get you out of everything;

Which rewards

as a reward for something well done, or just coincidence.

Coincidence?

There are even coincidences in life?

Everything is premeditated or just related?

Result will be?

We're all just characters in a huge web of events.

These events linked by each of us and that can only happen by our actions.

Maybe there's destiny, but that's just another question, another question, which is unlikely to be answered or terminated at some time ...

But surely there is action and reaction.

The driver and the driven.

The pursuer and the pursued.

The robber and the robbed.

Who gives the award and the recipient.

And as always, those of the opposite or the same side.

Joining a group of people, may be the greatest blessing or the greatest curse.

But life always takes care to make the truth appear sincere and ties are strengthened when more and more and more.

Over time, through each point,

that can’t be quenched by anything, not even the strongest of winds.

In the mind

Who knows if I smile or cry while alive?

Who can know if there is a forced smile or a fake crying?

Who knows if I feel something, if not indifference?

Who knows differentiate the different energies of my presence?

I can make someone feel very

But it also can cause the feeling that to please me, you should go much further

Behind my youthful face

There is a life where the largest part is made of temporal

Behind my smile innocent

There is here a strategic mind.

I'm not a serpent, I'm surviving.

And who is a survivor, knows that to continue walking,

must learn to control the mind.

Who is survivor, knows that he must focus on one thing

so that others will at once finally.

Who is survivor, knows that he must be decent and polite and smiling.

Who is survivor knows how to act in the midst of so many people.

Only when one learns that at any moment everything can be different

It is understood that what is to be determined

And fearless, and focused.

For one thing you want

is only different

to be ever closer to us.

There's nothing like the power of the mind.

Wanted

I don't know because I have within me,

this desire to depart

I hate getting, I always go...

Not that I have a place in mind

That's the point: I don't want to root.

I always felt so... Wrong.

In the wrong place, wrong with people, wrong, always wrong.

I've never been where it should be.

And where I should be, is not a place

It's a way of life, a feeling to have a philosophy to believe.

And you can only have these things without a place.

The ideal is to get lost, know everything, undo the concepts more concrete, make what you need and what not need to do.

For no one lives of logic.

The strongest people are the craziest.

The ideal is to lose... Drive, fly or walk

Only this way is possible find yourself.

Lovesong

I think it all happened today.

Nothing really mattered before today, or last, or made ​​sense

That touched me.

It happened today

Today was the first day of my life.

Today was everything and nothing during my attack epiphany.

I may not go far

But at least I can say I've had today.

I woke up today was the first time

And today I was really addicted me on The Cure.

Was today, all today.

Today I pretended I had no legs

And in their place, only wheels that took me everywhere.

Until I arrived in a deserted street, a city at war, in a neighborhood on alert.

And I fell in love after spending years being just dirt.

And it was at this time that the war ended

And the whole city was celebrating.

Maybe I do not go very far

But my daydreams take me where I want.

My legs do not deny

Nothing to my wheels do not settle down.

We arrived where we always get

And do not waste time, because we do not want to cry.

I think it happened today.

In a slow dance of the 80s, under an old tent, a delicate touch like I was ripping be made by income.

And then an invasion.

The one I wanted for a long time

That I knew I incendiary inside.

And caught fire.

The fire made ​​me whole new, and here I am.

No need to wake up tomorrow

No need to remember what happened yesterday

For today, my life flew.

It flew so fast that began and ended.

It lasted three minutes and twenty eight seconds

In a slow dance of the 80s, under an old tent, a delicate touch like I was ripping be made by income.