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The writer

She writes down on the papers and on the social media what's in her soul. What she does, feels, needs and wants to say. Sometimes with a tender smile in her face, other times maliciously / slyly, but always doing it with her thoughts and a smile on the lips of her love.

She says what´s true and real. Love.

What she does and who she loves.

Thoughts, view, ideas and comments.

First things first.

Means, place, tools, work and build.

Four walls and a roof with living conditions.

A water resource and electricity. A well and solar panels power to minimize expenditures.

Gardening, 

planting, irrigation, germination, growth and harvesting for self sustainability.

Vegetables and fruit.

Greenhouse.

Animal breeding, 

chickens, ducks and rabbits. 

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Sheep and goats. Pigs.

The construction of a new house after the foundation of the farm and living conditions are built and established.

First things first.

Four walls and a roof with living conditions. Water and power resources. Feeding, food, gardening and animal breeding.

Daily, whatever, work, build, living and doing a little bit of this and a little bit of that day by day. As things have priority and need to be done.

Then, time for imagination, creation and the build of dreams in the farm.

The kids are living their life dream time. Young and growing wild and fast. The tree house´ Crusoe, everything there is an adventure, a dream and entertainment for him and the tree house will be his castle. Sawyer, she is a baby, a beautiful baby.  

Family, living, work, self sustainability, leisure, friendships and entertainment.

Not because something´s wrong.

She has the need to talk with someone and lay some things out. She has friends, but they may not be there or may not be those friends with who she wants to lay it out. Or even they don´t exist. So, she lays things to people from the outside. Where does she do it´

In her social media.

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Why the therapist remains static in the same place, doing nothing´

The therapist has wings, if he had wheels certainly he wasn´t no longer here and doing nothing. Without wheels there isn´t much he can do.

Most of the issues and the problems that many people have were and are caused by clowns.

Future´

There are possibilities. So, may be there a future somewhere and with someone.

Choices´

If there are possibilities, there are choices and options that can be made.

Relationship´

It´s trouble for any relationship. No one will want it. Unless... he doesn't give a shit, he just wants to have fun with a lonely and needy body and soul.

Stop everything.

The therapist says

You need to find that someone. Someone who likes loves you and someone you like and love. You need to have a boyfriend. You have to give place and time for things to happen, naturaly.

You need to find that somewhere place to live.

Then you´ll have a real world and a real love to estabilize your life and plenty of things to think and talk about, to do and to live with that someone in that somewhere place. 

At this point, the therapist will have the wheels to follow his path and journey. And maybe, who knows, you'll meet him again somewhere in time.

 Travels' 

Once you've stabilized your life, then there will be time for other travels and to do the work that you like so much to do. (Not because you are poor and you need to work to gain, but because you like your work and what you do.)

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Bruce Dickinson Alchemist

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Wash away the blackness with the silver rain Don't turn away - don't turn away Wash away the blackness with the silver rain Don't turn away - don't try to hide Sulphurous and burning, spitting out the sun The beginning of creation, of the golden one A window to the west, a blazing star above In taurus we begin it and the ladder has begun Don't try and blame me for your sins For the sun has burned me black You're hollow lives, this world in which we live I throw it back Four headed dragon for the four degrees of fire Purify the insane, bring the solution ever higher Bring me all the elements, spread them round my head Bring me mad men's bodies, I will break them all like bread Don't try and blame me for your sins For the sun has burned me black You're hollow lives, this world in which we live I hurl it back Don't try and blame me for your sins For the sun has burned me black You're hollow lives, this world in which we live I throw it back Don't try and blame me for your games Your games are death My world it light, the angels fill my eyes With every breath And so we lay, we lay in the same grave Our chemical wedding day And so we lay, we lay in the same grave Our chemical wedding day And so we lay, we lay in the same grave Our chemical wedding day

Sin, purgatory and judgment.

MY MY MY GIRL

Taking the Queen

Who stole your heartbeat in the night? The acolytes fearful in the flickering light They hold a mirror to catch the breath from your mouth But your breath was stolen by the wind from the south Another winter's tale is done Your immortal lover is gone The chalice stolen from her hand Eternal life at her command Now all that she rules must see... The howling shriek of death in your eyes The whole court and the beast enter your room The gold will turn to rust Your empire follows you into your tomb The wraiths of night caress And whisper softly now, "We are the dead" They bear your life away They tear your heart in two They've taken the queen To some better place, so they think As the flame burns low Now the flame burns higher And it purifies the love that died And scared rats closed in alive Back to the earth, sealing the tomb Our skeletons rise through the veil of blood Who summons us now from our graves? "We are the dead" The shriek of death in your eyes The whole court and the beast enter your room The wraiths of night caress And whisper softly now, "We are the dead" They bear your life away They've torn your heart in two They've taken the queen

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Tower

There are twelve commandments There are twelve divisions Twelve are the pagans who have mapped the sky In the outer circle To the inner sanctum From the octave at the end of time The fountain, the trinity The pilgrim is searching for blood (Searching for his blood) To look for his own free will The stone of infinity, washed in the flood Lovers in the tower The moon and sun divided, and the hanged man smiles Lovers in the tower The moon and sun divided, let the fool decide In the atom circle Where we break the stars Hammer into anvil, stuffing out the sun Witness all the killing See the birth of Mars Our religion thrown into the fire The fountain, the trinity The pilgrim is searching for blood (Searching for his blood) To look for his own free will The stone of infinity, washed in the flood Lovers in the tower The moon and sun divided, the hanged man smiles Lovers in the tower The moon and sun divided, the magician laughs Lovers in the tower The moon and sun divided, and the priestess kneels (Priestess kneels) Lovers in the tower The moon and sun divided, let the fool decide Lovers in the tower The moon and sun divided, and the hanged man smiles Lovers in the tower The moon and sun divided, let the fool decide Lovers in the tower The moon and sun divided, the priestess kneels to receive 

Lovers in the tower The moon and sun divided, the magician laughs