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http://mkkuzbass.ru/darkmoon/mp3/Massive% 20Attack% 20 -% 20massive% 20attack% 20 -% 20small% 20times% 20short% 20away.mp3
BSO: Massive Attack - Small Time Shot Away
I'm in an airport, I alone. Apparently I'm in the terminal and go back home. I have all the memories of that place in the head and my clothes still smell the aroma of this site, the deodorant of my friends who did, a farewell tears of many people and I have stained them SHOULDER. And now I'm alone, sitting on the floor of the terminal. Not that planeis mine. Between my legs my backpack companion. And through the window many arrivals and departures of aircraft, yes, no makes the slightest noise and they do it gently and slowly. Do not know if this is the place of my sueños.Mola, because legally I'm not in any country, because the terminal is not any country. Bullshit aside. There is not much scenery to enjoy and for high I'm all alone, no information and what the speakers say and show on screen do not understand, I can not ask what my flight, but I do not despair, because I have no hurry to reach the site from which I come. It is more ... I do not care to come. This site is strangely pleasant. Think of all the moments I lived there, from whence I came. The LapMy sister and her family and home. And I, a very large special family that I have never seen, nor know their names, if I crossed the street's I have no fucking idea who they are. Well, what to study and Curran does not motivate me at all what I study, I'd like to be a fucking rock star and never being at home and touring around the world. Not done to blame anyone for this, I do not complain, well I complain to myself, because I can change this situation in a flash ... how? Easy stood up, reversed out of the terminal, catch a bus and bite my friend's house and say, "Hey, sudo to go home, I look for a job and call the embassy that I stay here forever" I am potentially dangerous, I said. But what the hell! All esta garbage situation has an incredible healing: My Friends. These are my family yes. Yes I remember now that he had planned to return alone and not do anything crazy, and a strong enough reason. My life is with them. Although my dreams are linked here ... but what the hell (again a taco)! I do without them and without their support I can not fulfill my dreams. I've been a selfish thinking that I can and could do all this alone ... Shit, now I remember what my plane! On the screen! 770 MXP! Shit comes in 2 minutes, embarking! Well ... I expect 16 hours of flying alone. I have wanted to explain to my friends what I did here. A run.
This morning when I slept I dreamed of an airport and I despetado and I remembered po
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