Friday, October 28, 2005
It is amazing how your heart is the filter of your eyes... now I look at the same faces and places and they seem different to me
Saturday, October 08, 2005
Alone
No one around my home for fakin smiles to
No one to let him know where I am or what time will I come back
No one to discuss about what new project should I start or where should I move next
No one to excuse with about my new friends
No one to clean or to pay bills for
No one to apologyze with for my mess
No one to look pretty for but myself
No one to stand his parents opinions
No one to excuse with about just being me
No one to cut my wings
No one to screw my life
No one to love but me, God and my friends
Blessed are the illuminated
No one to let him know where I am or what time will I come back
No one to discuss about what new project should I start or where should I move next
No one to excuse with about my new friends
No one to clean or to pay bills for
No one to apologyze with for my mess
No one to look pretty for but myself
No one to stand his parents opinions
No one to excuse with about just being me
No one to cut my wings
No one to screw my life
No one to love but me, God and my friends
Blessed are the illuminated
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Dementia
"Demented people are tipcally described as musically apt while being severely compromised by the desease in their general cognitive functioning..." Singing in the Brain, Isabelle Peretz, Spring 2004.
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