are in crisis.
was to be expected from me: when I have the inspiration I have no means of making real the dreams, but when I get the lack of inspiration, or at least I can not turn into music the feelings I feel. There
time, all the time in the world, but I've already wasted too much and we can not throw to the wind the other, the voice I was waiting for has arrived, even has a fabulous English pronunciation and help me correct horrible nonsense that I write when I try to compile a foreign text.
Maybe I should unplug for at least 24 hours and try to break out of this hole apartment, just listen without trying to write for strength. Today I
battered piano in search of something that never came, I studied the songs for the serious test tomorrow and then again on the floor to continue the torture, maybe it's not my time, and I hope you come back soon because I could die.
Ok .. I now believe I will start the listening phase, or, as they are 21:30, I'll watch a movie.
Good evening to all!
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