I started a path that does not know where I can bring. There is a certain fear, almost afraid to continue, because its effects could be devastating. But I believe that life is something more than a fixed place, 15 days holiday per year and a bit of money in the bank. I think there is the other. I always thought, I've always heard .... And because the signals are pushing me in this direction, I want to follow them.
Some doors have been opened suddenly and too much light is entering for not wanting to look at. You can turn the other side, of course, returning to his prison and star pretty well until the next blow, pretending that it passed, as we always do ...
But you have to start sooner or later. Otherwise what are we doing here??
Into the Mystic - Van Morrison
We were born before the wind Also younger
Than the sun Ere the bonnie boat Was Won As We Sailed Into The Mystic
Hark, now hear the sailors cry Smell the sea
and feel the sky Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic
And When That fog horn blows I will be coming home
And When That fog horn blows I want to hear it
I dont have to fear it I want to
rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old Then magnificently we will float
Into The Mystic
And When That fog horn blows you know I will be coming home And When
THST fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it I dont have
to fear it I want to rock your gypsy soul Just like
way back in the days of old
And together we will float into the mystic Come on girl ...
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