Why you keep smiling´
Well, you like it, don´t you´ And it makes you smile too.
Kisses.
Why did you went to Finland´
Travelling´
You love to travel, so do I.
Travelling around on the road map´
You went there for a marathon race. Which was a physical and mental exercice for your body and mind. You like sport, you like to run. I wonder what pushes and propels you to run´ Not a machine for sure. The devil, might be´ Is it what you feel´ Why you run and for what you run for´
A learning time too. The winter, sensing, listening, observing, reading, studying and learning the winter tales. Feeling with your body and mind the place and the winter season.
Are you loving it´
The sounds on the path, The sounds of your movements as you walked through the music scores of nature. Of your footsteps and clothes, of your cold hands and icy hair. Strange and mysterious sounds. Thoughts, imagination and ideas, nothing concrete, uncertainty of what could it be. In the earring of your ear sounded sounds without definition, sounds indefinite to your senses and knowledge. Where they came from and what those sounds were, their meaning´ Thoughts and questions around you. Unknown sounds to you were the melodies that echoed in your thoughts between the trails, trees and snow where you were walking in.
In the painting of your eyes an abstract feeling of what you were seeing, and some feeling of fear inside of you and on the horizon of your vision and thought. Your thought in a long and far away journey. Angels and devils on your path, mostly walking and talking in your mind, unreal but true in many people´s minds and not in the pure and raw nature that surrounded you. Nature walk and talk, the angels and the devils too. The enlightenment and the darkness invading the having being while you were walking through the unknown. The mystery and wonder around you, the questions you put in front of you and the answers that you were looking for.
It was instructive, interesting and an amazing time for you. Cold and tough but there you were, fighting. Not this time, this time you were not fighting for love or for me, but for an accomplishment of yours, for a piece of gold on your amazing travelling adventures.
I´m jealous of you. Seeing you there, travelling and adventuring.
Ere da * is chi´ T
Is chi alone´
What is chi doin there alone, homeless, lost and hungry´
Why´
And here I see and feel all the things I see and feel. And I haven't seen everything, only the things she tells and shows me.
Hiding me the show me love.
Show Me Love
Алло This was an accident Not the kind where sirens sound Never even noticed We're suddenly crumbling Tell me how you've never felt Delicate or innocent Do you still have doubts That us having faith makes any sense Tell me nothing ever counts Lashing out or breaking down Still somebody loses 'Cause there's no way to turn around Staring at your photograph Everything now in the past Never felt so lonely I wish that you could show me love Show me love, show me love Show me love, show me love Show me love, 'til you open the door
Show me love, show me love Show me love, show me love Show me love, 'til I'm up off the floor
Show me love, show me love Show me love, show me love Show me love, 'til it's inside my pores Show me love, show me love Show me love, show me love Show me love, 'til I'm screaming for more
Random acts of mindlessness Common place occurrences Chances and surprises Another state of consciousness Tell me nothing ever counts Lashing out or breaking down Still somebody loses 'Cause theirs no way to turn around Tell me how you've never felt Delicate or innocent
Do you still have doubts That us having faith makes any sense
You play games
I play tricks
Girls and girls but you're the one Like a game of pick-up sticks Played by fucking lunatics
Show me love, show me love Show me love, show me love Show me love, 'til you open the door Show me love, show me love Show me love, show me love Show me love, 'til I'm up off the floor Show me love, show me love Show me love, show me love Show me love, 'til it's inside my pores Show me love, show me love Show me love, show me love Show me love, 'til I'm screaming for more
Loves Me Not
Why did you went to Finland´
Living the winter´
Are you living and loving the winter season in Scandinavia´
Taking knowledge to know what is and how it feels like to live in a place called winter´
Living the winter alone and homeless, far from home´
Making time for anything or for someone´
Sussusudio
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