The more you think of performance, the less you perform.
Maybe the stars do not really exist, maybe they're just glowing signs of love from deep space.
Music, drawing, words... on the verge of the universe.
Sometimes I climb high above the city
To see all the lights shining there so pretty
And think of the millions of lives going on
At this present moment and those come and gone
And it make me float free
To feel how small my life must be
And it make me float free
To feel how small my life must be
When ever I can I go down to the sea
And wonder at how many miles there must be
And all of the people on all of its shores
At this present moment and those gone before
And it makes me float free
To feel how small my life must be
And it makes me float free...
Sometimes I'm out in the bustling street
Dazzled by all of the faces I see
It strikes me we get lost so soon after birth
But one smile can turn over heaven and earth
And it makes me float free
To feel how small my life must be
And it makes me float free
To feel how small my life must be
And it makes me float free
To feel how small my life must be
And it makes me float free
To feel how small my life must be
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Drawing by Wilg, words and music by Lamb
Dennis (thank you) was right to say that it is a great story.
Strong, moving, true, it goes back and forth in time, between an elderly house and a train circus. Two distinct time sets, two different narrative lines, but one voice, able to speak of life and death, hard times and real friendship, hate and wrath, love and passion, in a way that does not fail in capturing the reader till the very last line. At least.
Strong, moving, true, it goes back and forth in time, between an elderly house and a train circus. Two distinct time sets, two different narrative lines, but one voice, able to speak of life and death, hard times and real friendship, hate and wrath, love and passion, in a way that does not fail in capturing the reader till the very last line. At least.
