https://youtube/watch?v=6B4qMOznohw And its again night and I play music, I dont know why, maybe because Im alive, and I want to say, in this way, I am, or maybe because this is a way too dont go to bed, or maybe there is still to drink and I fill the glass. And its so little time since laughter of friends and happy toast, in which everybody close its sorrow, in which everybody is not, like now, alone with himself, saying Where did I fail and where it happened, saying Where did I wrong Nevertheless is pleasant, in the night, to go on streets and in pubs, getting wine and melancholy, singing two fool songs, and shouting you hide your wish that people consider seriously you are sad or bored and all your doubts. But moralists closed pubs and moral closed your hearts and shut your passions. Its beautiful come back to normality, its easy to go with the many tired white sheeps. Sorry, I dont tie myself to this crowd: Ill die as a black sheep. You surely have already heard all these things, Or these was written in a bad rhyme, but this is mine and then, you do not say these things, then, of course, for people not accustomed, to think is not recommended, then its well to be a little wary for people who is a bit different. But now you have power, you have supremacy, law and police, gods, commandments and duty. Unfortunately I do not know why, you are a lot, and many people here before ignore the worm never sincere thats called thought. But be not afraid, we are people that ends badly: prison or hospital. Anarchists always were beaten And the libertarian were always controlled by clergy or by state. Its impossible to escape, among people who dress as in a parade, if you wear a laugh. Or maybe this is not the problem, And everyone lives within its self-interest, dressed of sophistries, And everyone has built its system of small irrational grudges, and of personal cosmos, forgetting that at the end we all finally will have two meters of land. And its again night and I play music, I dont know why, maybe because Im alive, or to feel myself not so alone, or maybe because its night and I live strange ghosts or vain dreams which give that well known hypochondria. Then... bottle is empty.
Posted on: Thu, 11 Dec 2014 19:08:15 +0000
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