hit happens

Life is beauty fall. 
Happimess exists.
And dreams are reality at its best.
Learned it from this man, tougher tan the rest.

Happy birthday, Bruce!

b.liv.

”Hey, that’s no way to say goodbye”

Give poets theaters of the heart.

Where the soul fits in

Perfectly.

Give thoughts a new meaning.

 

Give thoughts a new sentence.

 

Those thoughts sentenced for life

to live in hidden rooms gouverned by unwanted & uneducated

followers.

 

Feed them.

Free them.

Let the new sentence be:

 

Love is the only architect of the heart.

 

 

 

l'évidente nécessité de la mémoire

And at the end of the day you must remember this: "Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life."