The Art Of Bouncing Back
Saturday, August 1st, 2009“Ditu cancion cuando tu acaba? Nuay ba tu otro pirmi lang de tristesa?”
I keep my grammar well rehearsed. With every melody I conceive is a bruise. With every tune I initialize is a wound. Correct each stutter every slur. Come on and have your way into me. Feel the music. Feel the vibe.
Ready to be new again. Ready to hear you say who I am is quite enough.
Open the gates wide open.
For the best is yet to come….
Enough said.
(Kay todo se le sabe maga moves, complicated grooves, bene ya!!!).
