We are what we feel and what we feel sooner or later end up upsetting our soul, creating a discomfort that we must remedy. Here's how it kills all the dissatisfaction with what we create trouble and that's why we can never enjoy as we wish.
wilsonW heard. wilsonW wanted and immediately unwell. wilsonW did not enjoy as he wanted. But then I wrote what I'm gonna make you read. Good reading.
reflective moment in a meeting in Bologna (I offer a life that calls for a party not close enough to touch).
The cold is reduced to a sweatshirt sleeve to wipe sweat patch in the spring time ...
Marsala back to my mind flows of people notice words and notes written on those bumpy new shoes and old, On the road of a city changing .
the evening will illustrate the movements, ritualized, it encounters other bodies and it turns out the softness of the body, velvety scent of a thought reported in the shade of some tuft of hair acknowledge your cheek.
but still do not see you
eyes seem rebels
not look at me or the magic of this time taking fades away fairy light that I see in you.
Extending the skeleton, my, the world and the world will accept my words.
I crumble and anarchists take my soul, the music will take me to places unknown.
For each note a place, an experience, and entries talk about themselves and .
wilsonW
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