The 11th Hour calls
[Not place here in October. This means that I'm fine, but.]
Sunday I leave for Mantua to see Nightwish. Yesterday, or so, I discovered that, actually, I do not give a damn. I have not even bothered to even take the train tickets. We reason as a bit ', when, about ten days ago, I paid of Queensryche Empire . It 'something that I often do, to re-hear the things that early. Every so often I discover something new. And so when I get to Anybody Listening? , I can not help but think of Fates Warning. In a manner so automatic that I can not comprehend how I have noticed over the last decade as this song could easily be part of record of what is one of my reference group, probably the reference group with regard to the lyrics. Stupid. But of this I have already spoken, and if interested, just follow the tag. At that point I thought that was all well and good to go dust off some of the discography of Fates Warning. The only reason I did not take A Pleasant Shade Of Gray because, in the meantime, I fell on the eye that was days and fine the irony of fate, but was not really the case. Obvious that there would be consequences, no matter how serious I do not know, but I'm thinking. There are people, events, things over which I brooded: I have some more things about my past. Some of the cast were thrown, after some time had passed, others - and, incredibly, I wonder-have remained. With some painstaking mania, selective. I do not know whether it is possible to select the memories and discard others, but let's put it this way. I hate that place where I live will become a graveyard, with votive lamps to remember what was and what is not. A breeze, and the light goes out. I look around and there is still something worth forgetting. Obviously continue to take it to the past does not make much sense. Past and present. Well. I believe that in life there are times when you should assume a posture, as if to say, aerodynamics. Like being in a room of the wind, here. Make all because the wind washes. And it's ok, go straight on your way. But maybe at some point you move just enough to no longer be in that position and the wind began to pick at him, and all that follows. Incidentally, the Fates Warning are the deus ex machina that you are no longer in that position and start taking slaps here and there. Look for things are not as straight as straight, but a bit 'sideways, and the result is that you see a little 'more real, three-dimensional. Well. If there's one thing I learned is that you must adapt to change. Ok, some things just to do nothing and you have to take them as they are, however, because they give you benefits. Some things, however, it would seem not. What benefits can not get data, or simply do not give more. At this point, I wonder, it makes sense to stay there? No, not really. And of Nightwish
why, at present, I do not give anything. Now I'm out of place. Monday I need a gig of Fates Warning, maybe. But perhaps even that. Just a little bit 'of your moments in which to take stock and act accordingly. I do not exclude that I could do me a turn around the building, instead of entering. Just to say that, in a sense, I was there. But in another, not really.
I'm also a bit 'angry and I get the feeling that will last for a while'.
"The Eleventh Hour is an expression Referring to the last moments before a deadline or the imminence of a decisive or" final "moment."
"The Eleventh Hour," a song on the album by Fates Warning Parallels.
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