Memories of my memory

Sometimes I can't keep track of my speed. So much so that the red saffron doesn't cut the speed and I have to punish it from time to time; Both my pen and my soul. I put it in two parts, not right, I touched a big point.

I will be stuck in a bottomless pit, accompanied by clouds of sadness. My feelings for my name will not make me laugh, I want to cry on my face and on my chest: I can't forget what I did.

Numerous experiences that I do not deserve as in my life; like the film strip in front of my eyes; one of those days.

On the other side of the creative side, I never forgot that I was locked with a nice second chance. And I continued to question too much negativity.

When I didn't come to believe that I grew up; However, it was so light to grow that I took too much age. Looking back, the speed of time and the momentum of life create a great surprise.

Sometimes I want to put my remaining life in a bag; uncertainty. A little hope, maybe an empty frame and who went without saying goodbye.

I wish I could do the job easily, and I wish I was a little brave.

The memories of my memory do not mention the time of the , but what is happening is still hidden in the heart, in the deserted corners.

New heroes accompanying new memories. If I were a hero, I meant three new friends. I no longer intend to open new lives and new seas. I'm very good: operational operational historian, from the corner of my life, from the corner of the gift to silence.