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History of songs: The spark

must have been in 2002 or 2003 when you click on the cork from my home studio (the walls are all lined with plates of 2 mm) the following sign: the spark / BUT HAVE TO BLOW . It's like I said Serrat was so recorded, "I take that inspiration at work." Instead Picasso seemed not to need any of that, he was not looking, he found. Not all study written cork are mine, sometimes mysterious phrases appearing with me for years and I can not remember where they come, I have hung things people have written me, so pretty, I think never I'm going to remove, and occasionally write some ideas which I see the future and click there to see if breeding, to see if seeing it and watching it foam, stretches and ends up somewhere.
The spark jumps like a frog, a sprite, sometimes when you least expect it, but normally, when the atmosphere is warm, and the concern that something will go, something you want to say is incubating. I slept so often on the laurels of the spark, to think things sometimes and you think you are done ... It is true that the previous idea that lights you up is important, but there comes a time when you start to get things, I was realizing, and I wrote this sign to remind me, eat glory but you will know by what works (uf, and the double meanings emerge), we must be aware of the slaughter, saying Uncle Ramon.
About three years ago one day I took inspired and wrote a long string that pulls the hot ear of the fly in the face. When I finished, I looked at the wall and there it was waiting for the chorus, I saluted and went. I began to sing, and well, but over time I realized I did not like something, I do not sound right. A few months later I finally saw what had happened: the words loose what they have, even if you do not realize, and I were saying that it is also the spark that lights the fuse discord, violence and war, that the message was ambiguous. Aaalto, then no, there should not blow!
The song had a sort of fall-bridge after the fourth stanza, "when it's cold I trust anyone, and I stayed on the bridge, giving up the chorus, the song is not required. And then the spark will be that of primitive man seeking the warmth, rubbing the sticks to set the power to communicate with itself and with others. This is the story of the spark, that sometimes there and sometimes you have to blow it off ...

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bottomless In a world of degraded values, we must be careful with the information you have given (redundancy). Attention is paid, the data is given, the goats into the fold, along the trail they leave.
I said on Radio 3, for me the best, means Cultureta, are not spared the horror. With good will, eh, do not go through, is a single event, reflecting today:
in an art installation, a degree in biological, putting employee cafés, in a kind of restaurant, by training can do something better, and more important.
language gives him away, there are artists out there that do not put a coffee, if not die, they kill. With such artistic pretensions, it seems that best pleased, to go into politics (it is known that a politician does not put a coffee shop to anyone.)
Well, enough of droll rhymes, I left the easy joke, why come to refer me?
there is more added value in serving good coffee in the pitch that is gone.
should not despise anyone, I measure the extent of a person not by their merits, or titles or possessions or positions, but for elegance, but the joy with which puts the coffee in this case the grandparent ( pictured).