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Undergravel Filter Diagram
people moving, walking, running driven by the immense force that No one can opprre which are firmly attached. the habit. people who do not collide and incontranio even with his eyes, sounds that do not melt but confusing ... a repetition of movment, sounds, phrases that seems to melt before our eyes and our ears, but in reality, everything is well marked, everything already decided in time, over time. How much loneliness in this, surrounded by all but alone. If time would stop every so often, surely you could hear the beautiful melody of the rain and the feeling of water on our face, body. You enjoy the taste of food, no rush, the smell of leather. covers the habit easily frightened to stop and think. Hides the fear of the imagination and the colors show that in fact we are ....
If this makes sense, if this race without hearing, seeing and talking in the middle labor, trafficking, wars, evil and the good, the good and the bad, the beautiful and the ugly .. please let me get off this train of giant habits. I want the wings to fly above everything and everyone, look down and not feel anything anymore ... Just my breath, my heart .. the beat .. my meaning. we are obliged to follow a stream that protects us comfort ... clinging to each other without knowing who is and who is a laltro ...
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
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