Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Pine Wood Car Space Ship

SHEET MAY POST / 18

P ou be jazz or classical, can be guitar or sax, can be any music. Only accompanying music ... A song a ballad.
"One is not what you write if you have not read," said Borges.
Today is a Thursday in January, a slope without exaggerated pleasure, only pleasure for the senses. Welcome pleasures at night, in silence, with good music to accompany the words squirm in the head, moving down the keyboard in parallel operation, about playing fingers typing. Write
the everyday thinking of the heart. What gives you the soul, what happens to you in the ways of thinking, back roads, where people greet you when you get fired and go through the trees without leaves when you leave, because it's winter. The mixture of music, reading and writing are a mosaic full of corners and angles that appear in the mirror of feelings as the kaleidoscope of life. If you look out the windows of the houses in the dark always, always, everywhere gap watch the beauty of the notes, emanating from the texts read, heard or written on paper. No longer ever be dark or white. Reading in his ode particular has sought to calm music.

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