in love with a shooting star
But she moves so fast When she falls
Then I'll be waiting
thought not write any more but this track has made my evening for assault and reminds me of my childhood stage that even not fully decipher:
There is a short period of time in the jungle sun was positioned low, faded orange. Although it sounds strange, that moment of the day depressed me, made me feel overwhelmed, and that the rays burn my body tired and sweating, I felt my vital energies faded along with the sun ran out diluting its color in the sky.
remember I was watching the setting sun while challenging my parents took me in the car sometimes felt that spontaneous tears dried alone, but even I do not remember things went through my head as a child of 9 years to feel so empty.
guess it was my over-sensitivity and empathy with nature (I indentficaba with the death of the sun?), Or perhaps due to being too inquisitive child with the transcendence of the soul, death, religion, etc. The existential crisis and the idea that I run out of time would have been a common theme at the time if I'd had a blog. That
reflexive masochism was gradually losing strength as it grew and I "contaminated" by more mundane things. Well, maybe what remains is still my obsession for the time being ... as firing shooting stars, says the song I put here ... Well
Non stick around, here the track:
Preceded by a special marketing campaign (including the reference to the rare and brilliant filmmaker David Lynch, which suggested a film or musical), of 
