My name is ... well it does not matter as my name ... But I wanted to present a point of view I have.
It's turning ugly in beautifully. To me, a wooden table and a beer, and pretty. With those two items I can get jokes in the bar, laughing with friends and remember that life may not be as ugly by now. When you do not expect anything from life, when you have taken millions of disappointments ... have to adopt the stance of "do not expect anything." It may be a little sad, but the least thing you receive and you think pretty. Receive what ... A smile from a colleague, you may looka girl on the subway, which you may have noticed it because it takes the shirt of a band you like. What the hell and why not? It is also a particular good time, indeed, raining over you is also a detail. As I did this happen? Hell, one day I was walking down the street, I will come to the bride, I made work, that I suspend the course and that anger Made me miss my family and the train that he had brought me home . I looked a mess around, and thought the worst things I could be worse. Suddenly, it started to rain ... rained over me, gave me a laugh. It seemed absurd. But ... I realized that I do not know how to explain it that time ... I was getting wet, and looked up, the drops fell straight and could see the lines that were down. I let the rain wet me, give me face, I did not care anything, I was getting wet. I thought something really stupid: "Hey man, if you get dirty. Wipe."
Since then no longer seems so stupid. Now every time it rains, I go out to get wet. Ever had one of those situations where time stands still? Where everything happens in slow motion, no sound, and think: "Wow ... after all, is not as ugly thing." Any concert in your favorite song, or listening to Christmas music hooded walking through the side of the couples fuck by the hand, or in the rain or the night bus back home resting on the glass. There are so many things, so many feelings that escape me, and I'm slopesI cursed my ewes. Do not try to escape, nor forget, only to see that perhaps my bullshit problems, which are China on a path of stones (which I expected) and a stone path and there are many flowers to me I missing. So ... if I see a girl on the subway, wearing a shirt of a group that I like, I will say that I like this group and if we can meet someday. And if I want to lie in the street in the rain I will. And if a friend I smiled, give it back. Life is full of details that escape the sight of a sad man like me, but after all ... is not as sad as it seems my way of Chinese and stones and flowers. I've caught a taste sensation this stupid ... now I'm in a hotel, Lying in a corridor of beautiful velvet and thinking all this. I'm just an asshole a little happy. An asshole that it is very easy to smile in post-war era. I got tired of being a sad man ...
1 - Sudo pass the spell (I will not delay)
2 - did not come to Lao with this
3 - I love the fucking song and I'm in bed tumbao writing these lines
4 - may have some self- biography, there potadas nor drunkards ... But it is. Ethyl come and other text.
Agur:), I am to do piro died LaPlaya stay and looking at the sun blind
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