Waves of joy... waves that merges into daily activities... the constant motion drives through a stream of events that are placed at each end of an infinite rope. Small pauses in the road can lead to endure the whole trip or maybe just keep your sit at the couch and enjoy the show... Either way creates an atmosphere that fits sight... images and places are shared in our mind... strong enough to be surprised when they are recognized... One can be tired... one can be sleepy but there is something to keep the pace... even if you are expecting monks to appear in the middle of the wagon... the whole effect of lights dimming into darkness even supposedly extra pieces of a song or a clip that in some cases is just mere illusion because at first sight they are not there... even when it follows you through the day... one can look inside and see reality, the sky is blue...
look one more time... there is something... that fits... just cross your hands together...
Waves of joy... waves that merges into daily activities... the constant motion drives through a stream of events that are placed at each end of an infinite rope. Small pauses in the road can lead to endure the whole trip or maybe just keep your sit at the couch and enjoy the show... Either way creates an atmosphere that fits sight... images and places are shared in our mind... strong enough to be surprised when they are recognized... One can be tired... one can be sleepy but there is something to keep the pace... even if you are expecting monks to appear in the middle of the wagon... the whole effect of lights dimming into darkness even supposedly extra pieces of a song or a clip that in some cases is just mere illusion because at first sight they are not there... even when it follows you through the day... one can look inside and see reality, the sky is blue...
look one more time... there is something... that fits... just cross your hands together...