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Limit

on air: "Boy Lilikoi " Jónsi

Just one step.
Suffice it to say I can do.
We make it all around me, why should not I try?
minutes staring at the wall remain, remain stationary.
continues to set.
Meanwhile the world moves, and I stand there in front of my fear.
I know I can do it. Just a spark. Just choose to put your hands in front of me, and push with their feet. Here, it's easy.
I tried, I fell. I banged the side on the ground.
rubbing the heel I thought about what mistakes I made. I did not believe enough, I have not tried hard enough. I was not quite sure.
I get up but I have not the courage to try again. Maybe my muscles are not ready yet, maybe my mind is not yet able to withstand the upheaval that this entails.
I stand and stare at the wall.
I turn.
For now, this will be my limit. A tear falls, the vacant look.
E 'distressing to realize their own incompetence.
But I know I can do it.
limits and I want to overcome them.

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kitchen East Europe: Reference to the projects page to view the development and implementation of key elements (Musas, Munkalap, Doboz).

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Feelings

on air: " Another Lonely Day" Ben Harper

A song unknown.
I wonder if you've never heard you.
She suggested it to me, was to be my song yesterday. But here I am, to hear tonight. Another day of loneliness.
I in my room, trying to put a little 'to place the pieces scattered on the floor. New fabrics and old piles of dust. A letter from green new pages, full of rage.
Remember, the letter green?
What happened to all that? You told me thanks for what I gave you, and still had nothing.
Now, only a fleeting glance and a smile.
And what are those red eyes, wet? It 's the chlorine of the pool or are ready to tear falls down?
What happened to those pages of recycled paper wet with tears? And that song yesterday, I decided I also remember other things. Not just a summer night and a rebirth.
time sewing the tears, dry the tears, the smiles fade and turns the past into a shapeless mass homogenous. I wonder how I will remember at this time.
People we miss from under his arm and go away and maybe not even realize it. Other
hard to wiggle out of our grasp and we are making it fall. Other
the meet and we hand for a short time, leave, come back. It does not matter. The important thing is that at that moment the plug is secure.
And me?
What happens to me, when everything around them changes? Perhaps nothing. Was raised. Perhaps improve. We become stronger, less credulous, more robust, less sensitive.

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and now it's just another lonely day Further along we just
May
But for now it's just another lonely day

There is something strange in your eyes , in your words, I can not understand. Is there anything that does not come back. I'm not there anymore.
Maybe I'm not even here. Who knows
where I am actually. Perhaps in the eyes of those who are watching me, perhaps in the words I write, perhaps in the pain that I bring, perhaps in the notes I hear.
I miss a piece to make ends meet, and not here. An indeterminate variable (very variable). Tears and smiles
arbitrarily granted. Retrieve and concessions, retaliation and flight.
What's wrong? What has happened to me that with a capital letter? What happened to the P, of that September afternoon, the sea? What happens to those pages left blank? There will be some extra letter in there, now? I wonder if there anymore.
exist if I were to guard them.
sometimes wondered about transgression, the flight, the newness, the extreme laughter, the dark tunnels. But what is important in life? I'm important? You? The sky? Notes? The colors? The smiles (my or the other?)?
From pain comes change, and here I am.
From happiness apparent stasis. Serenity yet.
What I want from this?
I seem to always be at the same point, around in circles, I walk away, change direction. But here, again I come back here. Who knows if I'll ever abandon these lands.
Maybe not. Perhaps there has never managed anyone. Or maybe I'm different from others, perhaps all they can. Maybe I do not want. Maybe I can not. Maybe I should not.
Maybe I should make me do this. A feeling alive in me that makes me feel alive. It matters little what's around. Matter what's inside, perhaps because, after all, the reality is mine. And my feelings are beautiful. I reduced to shreds, I remember the smile gave me tears, or make me smile with hope, does not matter. To live is to experience all this. Eat what we feel.
And this feeling that now lives in me is beautiful in itself.
Never mind that you will never know that it existed. No matter if the throw to the ground. It matters little if you do not understand. It matters little if we deny him.
What matters is that I'm living, hours. And while I like that. Mando
a thought, and who knows if it will come. Who knows what will happen to him during the trip.
I am here, here. There. Here's what they are. I am what I have inside. I'm here. I am what I feel.
There is no reason not to try it.

Further along we just May
But for now it's just another lonely day.

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Flying, Playing, Healthy

on air: "Go Do " Jónsi

I can think only of the verses, but I do not think my thoughts would be understood by all. And what do we write if nobody understands?
That said, I will try to express myself as best I can.

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both wings on my back. I am a complete angel. Of course, I need the wind to soar, but I can do it alone. And the world becomes more beautiful seen from above. And all so bright!
Singing with the voice of Jónsi and I feel at ease, between strings and flutes that go on higher octaves. Not to mention those insistent drum on the downbeat of each quarter, precise and strong gusts of wind that allow my wings to capture the subtle nuances of the air you navigate.
I see below me, the changing colors of people. Someone greets me. Someone lowers his head. Someone stops, and seems to want to talk, but I am going forward. I decided not to stop me this time, because too often my stops have atrophied wings. Now they begin to resume a solid muscle, I can not afford any uncertainty.
But anyone for a while 'I could not see below me. And behold, he turns to face me. It 'nice to meet new look, and here, I decided to take breath for a while'.
then continue to fly, responding to those calls me, trying to find the right words, and find at least one for each.
Keep flying, and now the keys are solid and give me the urge to fly. They play tunes past a bit 'rusty. And it's all different though.
It seems that things can change quickly. Just a little at times.

I thought today might be the day I started to respect me a bit 'more. Today was to be the day that changed things. It was, in many respects.
E 'nice when life gives you opportunities to say enough is enough, or to say thanks, or to say I am, or to say remember me, or say I can do, or say I do not care.
Today I just said to myself with a greeting. A greeting and nothing else. Perhaps a farewell to myself that just wanted something more than that. And walking with his back turned towards the past, I thought, I do not care. I do not care if her eyes followed my neck, or if continued his way. Me, I kept mine, with the breath cut off for a while '. And 'love everything. But it is the respect that I have to.
Then, today I said thank you with a greeting. A greeting and a chat. And the happiness to know that we can make mistakes. The happiness of finding a unique voice and eyes known. Happiness of speaking with a smile and maturity it takes to grow. The serenity to understand that you can do wrong and yet you are willing to laugh together. A pleasant surprise. Thanks again.
I also found, talking, people often forget that their existence. It is a shame.
Oh, and there is a piano downstairs. My piano.
Tomorrow, however, I have a green lock.

Can I change if I want.
Meanwhile, flying song.