“Every breath is a prayer of some kind I breathe in, I breathe out, I just breathe and you’re so well, blue wonderful blue wonderful to me
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Archive for febbraio 14th, 2016
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“Through the corridors of sleep past the shadows dark and deep my mind dances and leaps in confusion I don’t know what is real I can’t touch what I feel and I hide behind the shield of my illusion.
“I’d rather be a sparrow than a snail yes I would, If I could I surely would.
—————————————————- “I’m sittin’ in the railway station got a ticket for my destination on a tour of one night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand and every stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one man band
—————————————————- “He was my brother five years older than I he was my brother twenty-three years old the day he died
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