not belong here Maybe ... just maybe ... I was not born in the era, year, century ... season ... right ...
am a human being who just wants to love and someone to correspond in the same way ....
want to wake up and see the sun in the eyes of this woman who makes me shudder ...
want to feel the delicate perfume of your skin in the morning ...
want to live wild for a kiss from her beautiful lips ...
but I want so much beautiful at this time there that ... if you do not really belong here ...
understand now more than ever, musicians and poets, artists and dreamers,
volumes are children of the same pen and paper, we made impossible longings
they threw to the ground to pretend to spread and share with the world our sentit
and how we ...? people talking in codes that only they understand
insinuations
no sense if you say but in reality is not and vice versa .... but this was canceled when the person wants and your not even aware
silly excuse is always "that's what makes it fun ".... I can tell you no!
love to make fun necessary to deliver two hearts come together in the same tune as the music
! beating hearts have to create a harmonious rhythm: one, two, three, one, two, three!
that is communication between two souls, it's beautiful, it's wonderful ...
put codes that only a part to understand is how to put ropes around the legs of a horse and force him to run ...
I came into the world and nobody told me that things were so bad and I only have taken every disappointment ...
The musicians of this time sing the parts of women ... and love in this where it is?
Poets and not to be roses and bromeliads ... now only claim to political fashion
Artists and do not paint or sculpt as Da Vinci and Michelangelo .... now only create pats and deformed shapes are called ART ...
Where was the love of yesteryear .... where he escaped his passion for finding that person who you can steal life ...
the musician where he left his talent and imagination to create symphonies!
the painter is perhaps missed time with a good use of your brushes?
the sculptor left the pleasure of marble and granite and hung up the chisel and hammer? ...
and lovers .... lovers ... Is it that now run like wild horses with their legs tied ....
what happened to us ?.... from where humanity ended his life to the heart, love and passion ....
what they have done!? I
.... I mistook the time ... I do not belong here. They