En sång är bara nästa nivå, där vi kan prata på. Tillsammans sjunga för varandra. Att ut i världen vandra. Att kultivera, odla, nära de vi alla har kära. Särskillt dem vi INTE förstår än. Young people speking their mind. Something is going on. thousend people in the streeet. Singing songs and caring signs. STOP, baby whatch that sound. Seee whats going on. Peranoia strucks me. It starts when we are allways afraid. we better stop, baby. whats that sound. everybody look whats going on.... transforming word till sound. Open our voice for fun. Saying what is on our mind. Where every body is free to stand from hand to hand cearing for each other, cearing for our brother. Caring for our brother. ricing up to the air. I saw a shimmering light. I had to stop for the night. I heard the mission bell. This coulld be heaven, this could be hell. there where voices down the corridor. wellcome to the hotell los Angilia :) for the fria...
Posted on: Sun, 22 Sep 2013 15:55:32 +0000
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