Babbel

The present is repeated. 

London, the capital of exclusivity around the world of the present.  

It looks like Mesopotamia and its tower of Babbel, city of culture, history and capital of Europe, outside Europe, data is writing story, the British reign, always a moment. This London is like Athens of Greek world, or Córdoba of the Muslim world, or Rome of the wonderful Roman world. 

They were working cleverly, and it's deserved, this London will be studied in the future, city of intellectuals, city of fashion as trend.  

City of powerful men, then moves mobs, and get more and more moving into the darkness of smiles or hearts and clouds of behavior.  

No es lo que ves, porque vivimos en el mundo social, nuestra sociedad está dividida en sociedades monárquicas sin nombre, si yo fuera tú, no lo detendría es como el aliento en la sobre abertura del ego. 

That is full of grey skies, expensive tickets, and art.  

But the streets smell of depth glory and successful elitism.  

The feeling is freedom to act, and even if there are always tragedies, our world is peace now, because all the artists look for the meaning of love, and is it that the difference with Babylonia, evolution? 

Every artist feeds off feelings.  

Whatever the purpose, in this very particular case, like expressions without commas, sometimes dizzying images, other times songs like well-spoken misfortunes, if it is the memory that survives as a breath that never ceases, to appear apart from apparent control. 

Tengo sentimientos en mi interior que siempre se manifiestan como libertad, hay que estar muy atento para localizarlos, porque nunca es el momento adecuado. 

La expresión perfecta es que tengo un ojo de porcelana como de piel grisácea, y llevo sin susurrarlo casi una veintena de percusión fija y sincera. 

Everything started as a dark grey cloud of hysteria in my mind, overwhelming, thinking about limited months of living that grow. 

Thinking that I could live with one eye would mean I could not ride my motorbike in London, maybe shit!  

It must disappear, right? I needed to meet, I talked about the meeting, the tunnel between Paris and London under the sea. 

Después de lo vivido en ella.  

Todo está cerca de una aventura, sino ya no estoy. 

Literature from 2011-11-18, Image from 2017, Inspiration from 1999. Creencia.