May be there’s some people like me, and there’s no only me in this green-blue planet.
This is one of those moments when my mind starts flying and running away. From me.
I’m a girl like any other, I like to spend my time in front of a painitig, in the middle of a piece of music, speaking another language, alone, kissing, saying stupid things, and daaancing with every sound floating in the air.
Because life, is dance. All the movement of he city, the cars, the people walking down the streets, dogs, polution, ( by the way, disgusting ) everything floats in this mind-made-building.
I supose that, if al the things I know, hear, touch, smell, see… must go trough mi brain before be known, probably IN this universe I hardly know, (but feel as a presentiment), there are only the daughetrs of my ideas…
The molecules, in their most small particules, are made of … kind of "sinapsis" sistem of existence.
So…. the only thing that really exist… are… OUR IDEAS…..
so we can create anything just thinking of it.
Life is great
( Fabulous that we can’t make babies just thinking of them…altough … wish it were that the reason they’re here ) you know…