if i were you..

In January 2011 the world had gone mad. I left everything I had. I returned home, the radio was coming Marylii Manilow song


But it was already

Many ate bread ovens
For many years I look at the world
Sometimes in the morning head hurt
They said climate change

Sometimes it got a great reception
Or feta proletariat
Sometimes the journey in the best of cars
Gray frequently county roads

But it's already been and will not come back for more
And though so much happened this forward
Foolish heart still pulls


But that was, vanished somewhere for us
Although the papers arrived this year really
Still we are the same

CD collection on a shelf
And full of newspaper interviews
Beyond the windows the next dawn
And children breathing in the bedroom

One way they fly to the stars
Over the blue ocean sky
But after some time
They will be able to sing alone


From minute to minute in the head with a conscious thought, the tears started to stick without my knowledge the same run down her cheeks. This time tomorrow I will be in the Netherlands, where i did not know anyone, I leave the family, loved ones and I am going to
unknown. After 7 months I wonder if those were tears of happiness or sadness. After 8 months skates worked out what's fucked. Permanently to think that after the rain the sun always comes out. will be fine. The sun came forth. I have a hangover, but my friends came out of prison, and I am now laughing in the face to those who told me they left him a. They are stupid, but ... If I turned my back on them is the former even more stupid than them. Because I know that if I were in the same situation it would help me as I helped them.

bla bla do enetej

tak generalnie to wszystko po mnie spływa. Od początku do końca. Po polsku, po holendersku, angielsku, hiszpanskui bla bla bla zrobie co mam zrobic i tyle i cha w de nie pale fajek ! A tak w szegole to dzieki Bogu za to szczescie ,ktore mnie spotyka na kazdym kroku. Dzieki Bogu i nie ha w de. Amen