LG

 

I'll let her go if she wants to go.

Hi Lil.

Just being, if it does make sense, just being.

Her being has change a little. The sweet is still there, yes, it's still there. I sense, I see, I feel it. Her voice, her words, her face expressions and her gestures. Things are running inside her mind and body. Thoughts, doubts, questions... moans, sensations, shakes, delights.

She's feeling a little bit lost...

Moment..

 In an unknown place and in an unknown time.

Where in the world is her mind? Where is she?

Where in the world is my mind? Where am I?

I'm looking at the mirror that hangs on one of the garden walls, 

One G please

I am a man who walks alone And when I'm walking a dark road At night or strolling through the park When the light begins to change I sometimes feel a little strange A little anxious when it's dark Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a constant fear that something's always near Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a phobia that someone's always there Have you run your fingers down the wall And have you felt your neck skin crawl When you're searching for the light? Sometimes when you're scared to take a look At the corner of the room You've sensed that something's watching you Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a constant fear that something's always near Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a phobia that someone's always there Have you ever been alone at night Thought you heard footsteps behind And turned around and no one's there? And as you quicken up your pace You find it hard to look again Because you're sure there's someone there Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a constant fear that something's always near Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a phobia that someone's always there Fear of the dark, fear of the dark Fear of the dark, fear of the dark Fear of the dark, fear of the dark Fear of the dark, fear of the dark Watching horror films the night before Debating witches and folklores The unknown troubles on your mind Maybe your mind is playing tricks You sense, and suddenly eyes fix On dancing shadows from behind Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a constant fear that something's always near Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a phobia that someone's always there Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a constant fear that something's always near Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a phobia that someone's always there When I'm walking a dark road I am a man who walks alone

I don't see myself in the mirror, I don't see my life inside the crystal ball. I think I've lost my soul, my being. My soul, my being is lost and I don't know where. Somewhere, is the only thing I know.

NGR AC

NG NO NGR N6R

My mom loved your roses.

Decoration

An "empty" room can be quiet, peaceful, confy and beautiful. Too much decoration can be confusing, ugly and a jammed street. You don't know where to walk and to go. Where is the bed, the wardrobe, where is the window and the door? To jump from the window and not know in what kind of place you're going. To not know where is the door lock. Well decorations.

Not sure if he likes the picture? Does she?

Oh my gosh, she has a crush for the sofá.

So be it as the crush fall in, let it be and do what love want to do.

I lost control on the lonely road that I was, it all seem to be what love was to be.

Falling, falling on the farm, angels are here and thinking of me, I'm here and I'm thinking of them. They think and I think here is the place to be and live.

Did I wrote it, here is the place?

Now out of the way, walking in the scratches of the moment, walking and following this way.

A lot of thinking, that, doesn't make me happy doesn't make sense. Decision time.

Angry not angry, mad, not mad, it's kind of difficult to me to define.

Truly, sometimes, dark, others light. There´s a light at the end of a tunnel. Learning as it goes and finding the way to the other side. It all makes part of people life Journey.

Saving my soul, going on hunting and fishing, seasoning, spice, delicious meals and reasons for my soul, being and life.

Hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, words and kisses, walking in the fire.  Singing along the ghost song, shoes, socks and bare feet lay in the garden.

Into this, it was a mutual madness we both saw the moon.

Can we walk in the fire? We can. Can we walk in the light and in the dark together? We can.

 Can we make it and live inside a fence? Can we build a house, can we live and dream in? Can we go out and come back to our little house any time we want?

The devil is lower than you think.

Feels like fall, you shake and you fall from the tree.

The moment you got nothing to loose you fall in an entrapment. 

Phantom of the opera

In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came That voice which calls to me and speaks my name And do I dream again? For now I find The Phantom of the Opera is there Inside my mind Sing once again with me, our strange duet My power over you grows stronger yet And though you turn from me to glance behind The Phantom of the Opera is there Inside your mind Those who have seen your face Draw back in fear I am the mask you wear (It's me they hear...) (Your) my spirit and my (your) voice In one combined The Phantom of the Opera is there Inside my (your) mind (beware, the Phantom of the Opera) (Beware, the Phantom of the Opera) In all your fantasies, you always knew That man and mystery (Were both in you) And in this labyrinth, where night is blind The Phantom of the Opera is here (there) Inside my (your) mind Sing, my Angel of Music! (He's there, the Phantom of the Opera) Sing for me Sing my angel, sing Sing for me

The moment you got nothing to loose you fall in an entrapment. 

You fall in a crossroad, much probably you might not return, 'cause the phantom will not leave you and let you return. Wherever you turn in the crossroad the ghost will be there on your way. You belong to him, you are for him.

I'm about to touch the roses and to lick the sources of love.

Beautiful was beautiful is, this walls, this woods, the signs and the wish to spend some time with you.

Perfect time, sweet for some reason, I feel it, he is gentle.

Untouched trails, love ways, where are you going? Temptation and sin? Should we pray, say a word?

Construtive and gentle this grass we're walking on. Where is the Rain? Definately coming before we know it.

Well, better than nothing, some clouds in the sky, Rain didn't come, didn't fell on the mind of the grass field where we're walking in. 👽

She loves it, she wishes it, he wishes, wants her love.

Sleeping sun 

The farm, isn't it a wonderful place to live.

Name

Red Good No No

NGR

Trying to figure out...

life in a van.

Who am I?

What I´m doing here?

What do I want to my life?