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This morning I put on top from the neck over the top. I find myself to do so without wanting pussy. And I realize how very often the stereotypes are not liable for anything. My colleague is so random and comedy available to me that if it were not for his eyes will always bet me I would be wondering what might have happened to feel more welcome to the world. I have a beautiful bosom. Yes but the big ass nice breasts. Quid-pro-quo. It 's the law of nature, we can not escape. Just like you, you will be taken away, as you get back in return ... something-something-... The gift economy? Maybe. So life is made of a roller coaster, or hills Prussian ... I will walk the beat. I got off the ground, but I do not remember anymore. suddenly one day the moon got tired of seeing the world from up there. He took a comet, the face veil. And he walked all the way to heaven. And surprise was that the white expanse of snow was not . But they are only stones and not feel like crying. Flee from you. A lot of why, no why. I wonder how you are, what you do, where you are. And then I wonder why I do not need more. There is no quid pro quo in these. We will discuss the Circle, if they so choose witches friends. Still no shadow of witches. Wolf? Wolves linger on the slopes at night, alert to the odors that the wind brings them not to lose vision of what they are and what they belong to. No, no wolf. Yet in the distance I hear them howl. Vamos!

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What was that? A wave of pure force, an unexpected claim of loyalty, perhaps an illusion, maybe just beauty ... All of them were women from the amazing voice, all of them above the dark thing, distant but not so close. They were there together and sang a song the other as if the money record sales had never existed, as if fans had gathered in a single, unique song. What, my goddess, what I would have never lost?! And serving shit, this wave of energy! I served in, as a couple of new batteries for the flashlight, like a dynamo to the lighthouse, like firewood burning wood for a fire! I do that I would never have thought possible. Not so. Not so. Cone was speechless as well as free entry. I was there with the mind for hours after everything was removed. No need to name them all. I assist it to an event. For a piece of music history. That's not the fall of the Berlin Wall, is not the moprte Tsar nor the Kennedy assassination, it is not, nor had the demand, however, is history. It is. And I was there! There was a whole, every part that makes me me. And I've seen, hear, see, feel, even those women touched my heart to play, sing, dance barefoot or in shoes improbabileìi heel pad, clothes, makeup, combed, pregnant, red, and abandoned mines, sweating, hot, generous, and untrimmed made and remade music and adrenaline! My heart is bursting. Not music, not of celebration but of pure energy, the ecstasy of true solidarity ... one thing that I did not think there was hardly any. Once again, the law was embodied when and where you would have less chance. Thanks. To all those who have made it possible ... THANKS!