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Visible illusion, it starts Where it ends

There are songs that you drill in the true sense of the word. A bit 'because you listen too, a little' because they give you emotions that you do not want to forget a little 'because they want to remember forgotten emotions. Forget.
There are songs that plays on a regular basis. A little 'because they want to mean something, and outside of a particular situation or context, they lose the meaning assigned to, a little' Cause sometimes get lost somewhere and find themselves wandering - of course - not to their search.
There are songs that do not listen. A little 'because you love them too, a little' because you hate too. And when you listen, you rip.

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No Distance Left To Run

today goes well, which for some strange reason I find myself remembering No Distance Left To Run Blur and to listen with an infinite sadness, sadness of sunshine in the cold, empty parks, flowers dead, these things here that even trying to have fun not just nothing, are all part of a whirlpool of sadness , infinite exactly, do such a thing as a fast descent and feel that feeling inside of something that goes up but it really does not rise at all, and then stays there with this feeling in half, frustrating because there is a chance to see completed as happens naturally in all things.

Oh, it's a sad song.

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The beginning of my (second) seconds first half of the year.

All hair very clean, except one girl. The
pussy that buzz around the jocks, the first with nice heeled shoes or boots if you prefer to walk, the latter with new and shiny loafers.
Trademarks Cavalli or Armani or Gucci or other printed on many cheeks and on display on his glasses. The most politicized
professor of history (and if there is fine, that's the door "). Professor
by heart-shaped earrings, or rather by the heart-shaped earrings,
that says "I understand that you may be exuberant and I hope it be for much longer"
and the boy behind me that responds
"but we are dead inside. " I
.
The low ceiling of the classroom to street Belmeloro that oppresses me. The
hot.
sleep because it's lunchtime.
normal.