Prolexis Male Enhancing Formula I want to see many more crazy out there ...

I do not want to become crazy
I do not want to dress in red
I do not want to die in the world today.
I do not want to see you so sad and
I do not want to know what you did
I do not want this pain in my heart.

hear a bit of a drum between the desolation
In a radio in a deserted street
Are the doors locked and windows also
it be that our people are dead? I feel
to love in the era of color television is
the windows
All these people stop having
skin oil and not the whole world turns.

I do not want to get in trouble I do not want
burning issues
I just tell them it's a downer.
I do not want to sow anarchy
I do not want to live like I have something to say
give you in my heart.

hear a tango and a rock
And I feel that I am
And I see the world in celebration.
castrated and I see so many girls so many fools in the end
I do not know if their hard-living.
I want to see many more crazy out there
Dancing on any street in Buenos Aires

That is there is no time more
The joy &; Iacute; to not just Brazil.

I do not want to live paranoid
I do not want to see kids with hatred
I do not want to feel this depression
I am searching for the pleasure of being alive
I do not care if I'm a bandit
kicking trash in the alley

I do not want to become crazy
I do not want to dress in red
I do not want to die in the world today.
I do not want to see you so sad and
I do not want to know what you did
I do not want this pain in my heart.
I do not want to feel this pain in my heart.

I do not want to become crazy - Charly García
& do not know why; Eacute; am posting the lyrics of this song today, I just think it's time to resurrect my Journal, and as this is a song that I love ... Nor need reasons for all actions of the day.

I was reviewing the script of the play we're going to represent my class on Wednesday: La Dama Del Alba. I am increasingly nervous.

Another thing is my hair stood on puna is the year-end speech of the Student Center. I do not know what to say that speech, and therefore do not know what to say is true. May sow the anarquíay I painted green to grays Policy (Dream on, Carolina).

classes end on Friday. Big plans for the holidays (no concrete, unless there is an academy of espionage over here). Next year, last year, 5th year, the grand finale.
Tremble, Mother Superior.
Tremble, Madam Chancellor.
Tremble, Director of Studies.
Tremble, teachers (some).
I know what I mean. This threat

school, I retreat to rave a little more.