.... THE SEAGULL.
'm like a gull flying
on the wings of imagination.
on the wings of imagination.
A non-stop flight is incredibly similar to what is my life ..
The Seagull is alone and tired, always on the move ..
The Seagull is alone and tired, always on the move ..
not know where he has his own nest, and where he'll achieve peace. He
in a big regret ... but you can not ' stop.
must continue to fly.
No one can 'understand, he dreams of a perfect world
where he has the right to be able to stop ...
but instead continues to fly ...
who knows how long ....
But his arduous flight hours.
will be 'rewarded when I find' the happy island
where dreams and thoughts to the mix will actually its strength.
in a big regret ... but you can not ' stop.
must continue to fly.
No one can 'understand, he dreams of a perfect world
where he has the right to be able to stop ...
but instead continues to fly ...
who knows how long ....
But his arduous flight hours.
will be 'rewarded when I find' the happy island
where dreams and thoughts to the mix will actually its strength.
For him and for me tomorrow will be back .......
SPRING.
simply does not live ... I learned to paint my life, playing every note as if it were the last, singing and unfolding along the paths of my life, without hesitation, without the stancar.mi, but especially not adapt to dance to the tune painted by others.
I have always danced on my notes, with courage and determination.
SPRING.
simply does not live ... I learned to paint my life, playing every note as if it were the last, singing and unfolding along the paths of my life, without hesitation, without the stancar.mi, but especially not adapt to dance to the tune painted by others. I have always danced on my notes, with courage and determination.
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