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The continuing need
can not be drowned in a glass of water that is consciousness.
why do you write? Ovid
say in the spring of illusion
that to achieve immortality.
What I can achieve immortality I?
In the stage of burnt matches,
when faces are intractable
and sadness blurs the boreal certainties.

A yo often disguises
representation of the same I do, but no body.
why do you eat?
Tertullian said in the summer of
faith that it is sufficient unto itself. I can
What faith I have?
When dogmas are themselves absurd
holes
have been violated and the criminals are completely extinguished.

I painted the void and what is not deep
was just being a black man.
why are you?
Kant said in the autumn of our cadence
or represent that the false is real.
What I can I reach there?
interfered in practical optimism,
(democratization masks)
and exploitation of effervescent whims.

are biting barking
evading the gates give way to discouragement.
Why the word? Voices
said in the winter of extinction
I am a mixture of gene and circumstance.
How could she be the self?
In this
signs written only what sells ...
And I can not sell the floor.

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on a summer night

up his hand and drop the red petals. Skims the flower, it from the mold, near the yellow house. And in the dead water source drops of blood fall. "Girl what are you doing up? Nothing

nana watching the petals float in the source.

The columns supporting the old house, so far in fact, are thick and seem to think marble thousand winters. In his eyes wet wood drops reflected landscape. It's a beautiful summer night. The lighting is yellow moon is so bright it leaves a golden crust, which bathes the old garden. What do you think girl?

nana in anything, I'm going to bed.

- I am sad, I want to fly away, breathe a new air and take care of myself, down through the roof and watch the lonely man lying on the beach. Poor man, he lives alone. I gave him some company, I caress in this beautiful summer night. I leave this old town and its broad plaza, forget the Evon and acacias.

The clock face illuminated by the full moon strikes midnight. You hear her singing in the distance. She pretends to clean up her skirt, skirt the color of dead rose. Freckles not exist on this summer night and gaze pierces the delicate breeze. Are you coming my child? Stop thinking about that wretched wanderer. "Girl, you coming?

If nana. My body goes.

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A man from out of the blue

(tribute album Time Machine Alan Parsons)

Narration by Professor Frank Close

When you look out into the night sky, and you see the stars far away, you're seeing them because of the light that has travelled from them to you.

But it takes time for the light to travel here. So what we're doing is seeing the stars as they were in the past, in the amount of time it has taken for the light to reach us. The further, and further away the stars are, the further back in time we're looking.

Now we're seeing a star that, let's say, is 6,000 years ago. Imagine somebody on that star looking at us. They Would Be seeing us as we where 6.000 years ago.

Which of Those Two is "now"?

Are So space and time linked together. We are looking across the space, We are looking back in time. 1

What would you say to someone who I can only see its past? Imagining that light could say anything, I'm addressing something that no longer exists, and I see the other side think the same of me, which no longer exist. And know that in fact there is a future and Built in us the moment we are seeing.

is assumed that, if we could see from anywhere in the universe, what part of us would? The light emitted from 6000 years ago may be being planned at this time in another place, that is, our past becomes their present, and this multiplied by the infinite places that can be observed, we find that what is happening this second reprized is infinitely into the universe, where time and space are mixed and stirred, making it impossible to distinguish at infinity. How can you pass something if everything is happening at the same time?

A man from out of the blue

Walking a lonely road, static, always everywhere. The man is not covered by the blue sky is a silent watcher who has seen it all and still does not know anything.

So follow the call

To Our senses

Still There's Hope

Behind the fear

's all you can whisper this man who looks to be out and We emphasizes that does not belong to that realm that covers us all. Alan Parson longer he ceases to be a human being to abstract and wonder, where is the hope? Behind the fear behind what we human.

quines A call to live by their words or actions

No one ever Lived A Thousand Years

Things Not like we do or say

"Call up" tribute to the symbolic life. We do not live, are our words, our actions. We give life and feed the others. What would the human race if people brought their wisdom to the grave?

So we call all those people who have changed the world and ask you to help us change the world once again, that's the idea. But if we look closely, all of them: Einstein, Darwin, Newton, Da Vinci Luther King Gandhi Jesus live. And they live in their words, showing that their names are only references, his legacy is printed within the collective unconscious that brings us to where we go.

Stop being a one to be a whole!

To learn, we must observe, transform into letters which tells us the wind, water, sun, encode human, and explain things we can not understand. We were one once, now we are many, but we can not feed from each other (from biological to spiritual), and finally, we are one:

We are all of one nation, all of one creed

We are all out of nature, all of one seed

We are in this together, man, woman and child

So open your heart to the call of the wild

And for those who think we're the head of the evolutionary chain (head of the chain), you'd better see ourselves as the prodigal sons of nature, we think we know everything, but we are alone, we believe we can with our lives, we own our actions, when Mother Nature really is what guides us with a good hand to our return to her. Finally could say "Ignorance is bliss" and wait quietly May One day the tide turn and wash away your castles in the sand, and silence rule the land.

Press Rewind ...

Wait, did not hear the song well, could you rewind to this time to listen better?

Well, it can do, but what we can do is pressing the button to go back and try to change our lives. What would you do if you had five seconds of grace each day to repeat something that went wrong? Five seconds seem very little, but that "little" time could be really invaluable.

A flash of second sight, a chance to do it right
Is Something money just can not buy

Things to think from time to time. For example, something that certainly we turn everyone at some point, but it is worth recalling in this ride in "The Time Machine", will observe a moment in his pocket, having it out there and every once in a while:

The hours

Are slipping away Still I try to hold Them Them in time and freeze
Believing So leave me here again We'll Meet
Promise me some kind of sign

...

This trip is sandwiched between two transports purely instrumental listed under the name of the album. That concludes this tour through the vagaries of time. Who would not blame rewind to never having read this post, but consumed every second I dedicate this album.

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1 All that is in italics and English is quoted album Time Machine Alan Parsons

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By this time, going to be beautiful which to me please. My wife is not going to represent the holy animal-dimensional paper, ie not going to drop roses in his footsteps and will not roar like a lioness wounded. My clothes will not pretend to deem an almost aesthetic canon which has no place whatsoever, will not be made nor will sacred worms caress my skin. My dog, this is not going to be scary, it will not become a threat or a false mask of my manhood.

I'm going out for a walk down the street without disguise it without spraying enchanted forest and an ideal temperature. I pretend to be walking without hurry, and I will try not to pretend to walk to my wife and my dog, I will accept that just walk through. Walking down the street, no I will assume an identity because really I have not, I'll be trying to look ahead, because I do not look down when someone comes near me. Actually, I want the left-eye on this occasion to signify.

I'll cross the street and enjoy it when other men look at my wife, because I enjoyed it because I enjoy it every day and because she is not mine, only seems to belong because who knows, for some reason wants to be me. I do not want to dig into the ground, I imagine that superficiality is not enough but to assume that the depth is as perfect as necessary, and weaves networks where innocent way representing myself as someone who pretends to be innocent.

This output will be different, because I will not be another, I will not be a disguise, do not want to dance the rhythm of the culture. I die a little thinking that I'm different. And it's gonna be beautiful what I want, because transparency will invade and I will let little I have. I consume, red and even blue. Take off my clothes, will release the leash of my dog. After that terrible, will release the hand of my wife.

The release him in that order, but want the chaos seem more hesitant to hierarchical structures and false. Let loose the dog that it is free for not knowing one, but everything. And then let it go to my wife who is anyone in this story because I am not anyone to invade personality. She will, I just let it go Beware of adorning of roses or unnecessary adjectives. I hope forgive me the lack of symbols, but have to know that I am one, so I'm alone.

And through the spaces filled, I would not sell freedom, but accedes without price (priceless) to consumers of air and seconds. I stopped counting my steps and circumvent the faltering mathematical vacuum. This time will be different, life will be beautiful because it symbolizes being beautiful. It is perfect because it does not matter that I disintegrate in my way into nothingness, life will continue, as has always been perfect.