Sometimes in my dreams, I can see a family happily laughing in their elegant home. A haze lay over them as I struggle to see clearly. I feel the love I have for them. I feel the sadness from not recognizing. When I wake, I feel a void growing inside of me. Beat by beat, you can hear when the heart stops (and when it broke) I saved the pieces and ground them all to dust.
I understand. Long time ago, I was a spanish butcher. As I died, killed by a raging bull on the streets of madrid, during the annual corrida, I was terribly sad, thinking about my pigs. I wish I could see them again. And make sausages out of 'em.
Sometimes in my dreams, I can see a family happily laughing in their elegant home. A haze lay over them as I struggle to see clearly. I feel the love I have for them. I feel the sadness from not recognizing. When I wake, I feel a void growing inside of me. Beat by beat, you can hear when the heart stops (and when it broke) I saved the pieces and ground them all to dust.
We really want to see more of you Mr. Cihi. Maybe a convention, or best yet, a youtube series of you just talking. We'd all love it.
Very moving mr Cihi
Guy is a master ruse-man, playing us all in his elaborate game...the Game of Thrones.
Bravo, Guy.
I understand. Long time ago, I was a spanish butcher. As I died, killed by a raging bull on the streets of madrid, during the annual corrida, I was terribly sad, thinking about my pigs. I wish I could see them again. And make sausages out of 'em.
Radio? What's going on with that radio?
r.i.p
I feel more sorry for the people thinking over their lives as they lay on the guillotine.
The feels on the bus go 'round and 'round...