Days. One day rising, another day dies.; it's a cycle. We never know when, or how, its going to finish.
I could be at the hospital today, now. A car almost hit me;I did that stupid thing: look left, look right. I should look right first. The car hit me, but it didn't let any ruin.
I wake up strange, my day get worst at afternoon and it almost finished at the hospital.
Tomorrow I will buy a good bottle of wine. I will drink it alone and after I will spend my time at one museum or talking with some strange.
cycling trivialities.
I am missing something. Maybe scream at horto florestal. Paint a wall. Some kind of art.
No philosophy, no psychology, just life.
It's been a month since I read these kind of books.
Struggle
live me alone
bring me life ...
I could be at the hospital today, now. A car almost hit me;I did that stupid thing: look left, look right. I should look right first. The car hit me, but it didn't let any ruin.
I wake up strange, my day get worst at afternoon and it almost finished at the hospital.
Tomorrow I will buy a good bottle of wine. I will drink it alone and after I will spend my time at one museum or talking with some strange.
cycling trivialities.
I am missing something. Maybe scream at horto florestal. Paint a wall. Some kind of art.
No philosophy, no psychology, just life.
It's been a month since I read these kind of books.
Struggle
live me alone
bring me life ...
3 comments:
Eis A Arte de Viver para as Novas Gerações.
Scream!
Tem uma música da década de 1990, chamada "Santa Fe", do grupo Chamberlain.
É um grupo que já acabou. Uma coisa meio country, meio rock, meio Dylan, meio Springsteen.
Um dos versos dessa música, Santa Fe, é o seguinte:
"I guess Fate’s always just. She’s just not always fair".
Acho que vale a pena meditar um pouco sobre ele.
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