ive been waiting for this.
a moment in which i sit down not thinking of a cigarrete, or a beer, or porn.
a moment for my head to be blank, a sort of nirvana, if you like.
silence...

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Anonymous said…
Your blog seems to me a sea of lyrics for interesting songs. More than short stories, they come to me as powerful rhythmical melodies, able to touch, sink, and redeem.
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