only love can make a memory of the living years.
messages through music,
a story told trough the harmonies,
the harboured thought:what will it be?
choices and pains with the fork in the road.
accept the fact:i love you.
i’m not for sale because i was born free.
the years have cast a shadow on you
i can see the change.
as i make a path to the rainbows edge,
i\ll never live to match the beauty of her.
gentle grace,o sweet child of mine,
run to the water.here comes the flood.
survivor of pw.
the giutmo blackmailers shoot stockings.
juicer, the lost matrix-mapping.
i give up.(bad bad bad).
his weariness….the painers…..his firmness must come down.
see the blog is glowing!
run…..deep deep breaths……pour vinegar in thwound and press down till clotted.