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Deadly fears...
Why they assault me at night, crawl into my bed and take over my entire
being...
I've got to get up to make them what they are - Nothing. And then it's even
worse, since it's now The Nothingness that pursues my dreams and craves
my sanity. Something burns in my chest, goes up through my throat and
bursts into flames in my head. Burning. Aching. Feels like it will never stop. I
need to make it stop. Take a walk. Yes, good idea. Except that... they had the
same idea, and follow me, now chasing my footsteps. That's crazy. I keep on
that manhunt, me being the prey, not knowing the origin or the power of my
predator. All night long. 'Til daylight breaks, or insanity flows, whatever
comes first...
But morning comes and they vanish, leaving me with a wild taste of
Emptiness and a bitter feeling that I'm that stupid for fearing what is not in
my control.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EPmTGFg06zA
Cada vez mais concordo com a frase "A Ignorncia uma bno". Sei que
http://biancamiglioli.blogspot.com.br/2005/01/dilogo-surreal-ou-o-teatro-davida-real.html
http://biancamiglioli.blogspot.com.br/2006/02/momento-ningum-merece.html