
http://www.flickr.com/photos/alexey05/2739966902/
Art ,soul this song is for you
we ve created a world that is for our own likings and after years we end up beeing lonely
our hands touched
you smiled
he always used to smile
you never said goodbye because you never left
i let you go
You knew how to run i barely know how to walk
They say that history is made after its generations death
I want us to write history
not me not you not us no they
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Confused enough dear readers ??? if you got the meaning i ll give you virtual blessings {cause i realized that i ve made some people virtually obese by giving them virtual cookies with milk}
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I said to the almond tree, "Friend, speak to me of God," and the almond tree blossomed.
Nikos Kazantzakis