No sound in the solitude


A very inspiring-artistic-profund-insighted-dreaming-metafisic-discovery-cantic-musique day just passed.I sang to the problems and they went away in this sunny day in Sao Paulo's hearth.The magical formula is close today,I just fell it on my hand.I see the tools on the table.Should I use them?Ah...redemption is tuff.Ok.I'm almost there and a brand new day will start tomorrow (yes,its monday) with a brand new Julio Bernardo on the universe.My universe.My creation.My masterpiece.Yes,my ego is exorbitating the limits of the false-wall that society builds in front of uz.Yes,I care a lot about my ego,and if the fucking word '' egoism'' were not as bad as is sounds on the dictionary,people would be egoist,care about their ego,care about them,uderstand them,to then,start understanding and comprehending each other.That's what Im trying to do,and the energy keeps flowing brotha.It never stop.And christmas is coming,lighting,shining and smling for me.I say thank u.I fell the gratitude of being alive in my perfect world of fantasy and clouds.What a wonderful world.

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