Dawn a day in reverse. An ordinary day, one day course, a day counting the hours that separate the night, a day of hope ...
You will go from Sicily? Leave your world for something new and different? What are you looking for? Have you ever asked yourself?
you feel strong now. Everything you wanted, in recent months, now you've got it, You just got it! Something has changed within you, in recent months ... We can see from your eyes, by the knowledge that you and the monsters have your peace, now.
You do not speak much. Your outburst is a blank sheet of paper, slowly, letter by letter, took your form, your appearance, a part of you that do not know whether it is large or small, but really represents you. Good or bad, you are what you write, what stories. A projection of you himself on a piece that, should you ever want, you can always return to read. Page after page, hundreds of white sheets stained with thoughts, feelings, emotions ... Of course not all, have you kept some for you, but there is so much of your life.
And now that summer has truly begun, what do you think in Serbian for you?
And take off that half-smile from the face! I know exactly what you're thinking ... What can I say my friend ? Good luck.
I told you that I was only a matter of time ...
ps: if you have time then tell me the title!
Dawn a day in reverse. An ordinary day, one day course, a day counting the hours that separate the night, a day of hope ...
You will go from Sicily? Leave your world for something new and different? What are you looking for? Have you ever asked yourself?
you feel strong now. Everything you wanted, in recent months, now you've got it, You just got it! Something has changed within you, in recent months ... We can see from your eyes, by the knowledge that you and the monsters have your peace, now.
You do not speak much. Your outburst is a blank sheet of paper, slowly, letter by letter, took your form, your appearance, a part of you that do not know whether it is large or small, but really represents you. Good or bad, you are what you write, what stories. A projection of you himself on a piece that, should you ever want, you can always return to read. Page after page, hundreds of white sheets stained with thoughts, feelings, emotions ... Of course not all, have you kept some for you, but there is so much of your life.
And now that summer has truly begun, what do you think in Serbian for you?
And take off that half-smile from the face! I know exactly what you're thinking ... What can I say my friend ? Good luck.
I told you that I was only a matter of time ...
ps: if you have time then tell me the title!