"He got up and went from there, ran for hundreds of miles came to the ocean, he smoked a cigarette on a tree He got the wind, the wave came crashing down on his knees like a punch on the jaw gave him the wings "
Given to Fly (Pearl Jam)
Today I came across this song, by browsing other in this picture ... that passed the screen. New worlds that will open when you need it most, new contacts that change shape, looking for continued growth ... that for knowledge to grow and that some people can not help it.
How beautiful is this picture a man who is freed from its passage, closed by a lock and runs, runs to the ocean where the wind and waves, where nature, the slaps in the face and, as you awaken, as reborn, start to fly ...
Some images that I come across still create a sense of emptiness in my stomach, I still feel that open drawers that are not ready to open. Other
lead me on the edge of the ocean and the salt and make me feel the wind, give me wings ... towards new goals, to new research worlds to be discovered ...
The Curious desire to fill and feed the curiosity
How beautiful is this picture a man who is freed from its passage, closed by a lock and runs, runs to the ocean where the wind and waves, where nature, the slaps in the face and, as you awaken, as reborn, start to fly ...
Some images that I come across still create a sense of emptiness in my stomach, I still feel that open drawers that are not ready to open. Other
lead me on the edge of the ocean and the salt and make me feel the wind, give me wings ... towards new goals, to new research worlds to be discovered ...
The Curious desire to fill and feed the curiosity
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