It's a pretty kind of superstition, to imagine life as a lottery: to link any possible success, or any expected ordinary event, to something moving and changing under your careful view.
Please, look at that lady, for example... She's walking fast, she perfectly knows what she wants. Her skirt waves as quickly as her steps. She's turning near that parked grey car.
That lady could draw your fate. Stop your mind for a few moments: is she at the point to get in the car and go away? During those short seconds before what is going to happen, you think to what you care, the first fleeting one appears in your mind, which you strongly wish. Suppose that if she gets in the car you will obtain what you are craving for. So, trembling, sweating, swearing... you'll wait for what the woman will do.
What a shame... To reap around hope... filling out and feeding a dream, instead of making your own luck. Trying to, at least...
Ok, it's time to go.
(Thanks)
Please, look at that lady, for example... She's walking fast, she perfectly knows what she wants. Her skirt waves as quickly as her steps. She's turning near that parked grey car.
That lady could draw your fate. Stop your mind for a few moments: is she at the point to get in the car and go away? During those short seconds before what is going to happen, you think to what you care, the first fleeting one appears in your mind, which you strongly wish. Suppose that if she gets in the car you will obtain what you are craving for. So, trembling, sweating, swearing... you'll wait for what the woman will do.
What a shame... To reap around hope... filling out and feeding a dream, instead of making your own luck. Trying to, at least...
Ok, it's time to go.
(Thanks)
It's a pretty kind of superstition, to imagine life as a lottery: to link any possible success, or any expected ordinary event, to something moving and changing under your careful view.
RispondiEliminaPlease, look at that lady, for example... She's walking fast, she perfectly knows what she wants. Her skirt waves as quickly as her steps. She's turning near that parked grey car.
That lady could draw your fate. Stop your mind for a few moments: is she at the point to get in the car and go away? During those short seconds before what is going to happen, you think to what you care, the first fleeting one (???) appears in your mind, which you strongly wish. Suppose that if she gets in the car you will obtain what you are craving for. So, trembling, sweating, swearing... you'll wait for what the woman will do.
What a shame... To reap around hope... filling out and feeding a dream, instead of making your own luck. Trying to, at least...
Ok, it's time to go.