"Only I'm at the window, today is a day in black and white
rain.
Seeking melancholy over time some dream that I've done
years ago. "
Quseste words are not mine. The borrow a beautiful song
I honestly believe we can not do better to describe it.
Our Lady of the Depression. and a day in his company.
Sometimes I want to flee in a disorganized as one of these pigeons.
make me small small, disappearing into the pack.
any A pigeon in a flock of pigeons.
Hope is another, someone else to be taken.
coward bastard.
How much is your hot spot on the grid surrounded by millions of your peers?
Yet there is always one that must be in the exact center.
We have to be.
I just want to turn my life
in a two-dimensional expanse of silver nitrate.
a photograph. snapshot.
not matter if it's beautiful. is good pigeons in flight.
the concept is that it is property.
that was enough.
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