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breathe again
Posted On 07/08/2007 12:32:38 by Chan
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I preset my mp3 to breathe again. Maybe if hope a little try a little live a little more, I’ll breathe again…It gives my power and learn to face the joy and pain.Face today and forget about the woes of yesterday. Starting our again is never easy,disappointments come and go but life still moves on with a bit of luck .it will be a brand new day!
Something will mess with your concentration and be terrrified of leting you down.But just discover how to laugh a little,things will work out fine, if you can fine the courage to look past the night.. to see the break of dawn, then you will breathe again.
Sitting onstage the player’s fingers poised on the key board of the skinny black accordion.She looks at ehe end of a row as someone focused unwaveringly on her there.Her piercing blue eyes narrowed and smile. Music has the power to shorten people’s distance.
This contest piece she may know it by heart ,inside and out. But she can find some fancy from it and force out some semblance of the tune ,so just enjoy it. The notes take her by wagon and she seems going to Provence.No grim behavior but chasity and stand aloof from the worldly affairs.The more she plays It seems on front of the accoodion stood an impenetrable wall and she lives inside nothing will disturb her.
She was worn out from the sheet opern but the audience didn't stop requiring encore.Some tiptoes to find her. But she shifts so quickly. She gives the hopeless new motivity and gives the flaw person sunlight.I listen to her and find now what I have is so plenty.The memories troop in my head but now I am not afraid it. Why not forget the words and the one who ever said hurtful things? Sometimes I fluttered out for some little things happened around me and I would put myself to a stiffly position. Then tell myself in my heart that you should be listless then the tension would ease from your face and everthing would be placid. The people I ever met who always crank up nightly must be quite lonesome. But the swingy tune may chases away the sentiment man’s burdens and recognizes the awful condition he stays. I think some organs he have will be repaired.
She is a contralto crooned. Tears trickled out of the corners of her eyes…
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