I'm not ready to write a post.
It , ok, new house opened, and then? There is still happiness that I expected to hear.
Too many worries, too much trouble to solve, and not only on the economic front
So .... what to write, I which are used to find the rays of sun behind the clouds?
NOTHING ... and while looking for something suitable feeling, to put pen to paper, here as always, the music ...
music, already ... always in the middle ...
All my plans fell through my hands on me
All my dreams, Suddenly Seems it
Empty
