Paradoxo

On my back is written F.Campassi. It is like a tatto, it is a T-shirt. It makes me feel alive, free. It makes me breath. Tell me how can I go so deeply? Tell me why the hell it means so much to me? Life is going on and noboby can stop the fucking watch, can you? Too many question and maybe I will die before a wake. No, I will live before I wake, creating my world as an art masterpiece. The music says: How can I live with no air and I have to say that we can live with no air. Somehow something keep us, keep me alive inside. It is life and it is no fair. Is like a river rolling down the mountain goingo to de ocean. Ocean, my place, where can I stay forever. If I should die, the ocen should be my home after all, just because a like to swim, to feel the water running through my face, my body without organs. And water can be found at magnolia moutain. Remember when we were angels and we used to swim every day. I Can remember the pool, I can feel the warm water through my hands. How can I live without it? Does it resentment? Tell me my sorcerer? does remember is resentment? I cannot stop to writting I am feeling so full of life, feeling as I could change all the lines, eventhough I know that I Can't. It is out of control. The sun looks shinning different and because this I can see many different colours. And I am a surviver, and I will never give up. Too much is never enough. I know that nobody says this stuff because it not makes any sense. I am not the kind of lay down and die and somehow I still alive. From hell, I've been waiting, wishing sitting and playing with devils, and they playing with me. Can you live with no air? Sadness had crossed my way for many times, taking my weight, desires, wish, and like a fenix, I came alive after all. It's going on, going on. I almost finish the Imaterial work book. Find ourselves and waiting for this love bring me close to you. We got reasons. Who you, where are you in my life. I was wondering how much of me stay alive. I even know that I can swimming again. Tell me what have you done and what have you bretrayed. Can we live a dream there lady? Do you remember our stupid dreams? So much to prove before we got old. I took your places round the world. I miss your face sometimes you know. You took my picture a thousand times. I´ll buy them back´ I don´t mind. I lost my way but found my track. Do you miss the one who dressed like clowns? The piano still playng the song... Does it over? I can breath and I always went deeply...