Floor look like someone very quiet, especially on first impressions or to those people that do not exceed a level far surface even see them repeatedly. My silence can be interpreted as the examiner, I do not know if you can even look like the silence of someone arrogant or disinterested, and would often blunder that. Just need to figure out who can not stand those eyes looking directly for many seconds, or as a double fifty times, and reduced to shreds of cloud in a bottle of beer if I have it on hand. I usually a lot going on, too, by the head while blocking materialize in that form. I'm a nervous wreck in the end. How much energy wasted by stunning. Rarely
I can remove that concern my self, sometimes, yes, it is virtually undetectable, but others join me in an abstract state of expectation. It's like a pan full of water on a fire driven by someone crafty: boiling and rests, randomly. A couple of days ago I crossed half the city by bike in the morning to go home, something that has become a tactic resultón when I feel the impatience and the fear of staying alone with what I think, in these circumstances, nothing can happen more rejected the idea of \u200b\u200bstanding on the subway thirty minutes. "When we get there? When will we get? ". The bike ride allows me to control the course and stay busy. Even in winter is pleasant, rather than in summer, because there are hardly any people or traffic. Saturday was carnival but I ran into one worthy of note; was a pleasant journey between puffs I have to stop dropping when the tangle of thoughts eventually overwhelm and do not understand how I got there.
Shortly before parking the bike, sounded in my headphones the repeated arpeggio that opens this song Tamaryn . I must admit, not a piece that has the narrative weight with those usually motivate me to write in this section: there is one song can be clearly lower, but the walk there from the stop where she left the bike to my house in those few minutes he got drunk with his coquetry and made me understand why almost every review of the group use the word "dreamy": for a moment, surrounded my agitation with a tissue between fantasy and nostalgia, I wanted to be going home together and not alone, I wondered why I never bumped into someone by accident in this city so eager that sometimes I swallowed, with someone known to be comforted as much as I find that surprising. I always cheer floor more than anyone about these things. As I said, the chord progression is simple, as is the battery. A part-time embellished with a guitar shaped like hot plastic and the reverberation of a voice that merely suggests: "When morning came / I saw the sea led him / The me that was in you / Like that takes the punishment (...) You're a big sky / a dead star / a cruel sea / nothing happens if you ".
The same arpeggio that opens the song is repeated in a loop at the end until it fades, as if waking from that little fantasy and you were spat back to what you were doing before it started. He put it back immediately.
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