Brasta Rough 2.0

Brasta Rough 2.0
music: dark wave | synth wave | postpunk | EBM
Pepel'nyy© New Rap. Лирика она такая.. как и мотыльки в груди. Запись сведение - NMRSOUND Исполнение - BRasta Облога - Алексей Берестов Лайки репосты и мнение в комментариях очень важны для меня буду рад вашей поддержке.
Залей всю боль Сегодня я буду твой По круче чем алкоголь Наполню я пустоту
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Soul Mate© New Rap. Подлетел новый трек Запись сведение - NMRSOUND Исполнение - Алексей Берестов Облога - Алексей Берестов Лайк репост по братски если зашел

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http://yourlisten.com/channel/content/16964121/SUN_KU SUN KU - FILIPE MOURA already edited and with presence in major world's fairs of the book at the biennial Sao Paulo in 2010 and at the Frankfurt Book Fair. I count on your help in spreading my work To friends facebook Sell Your offer will be given. Greetings You Conto, invites people to read more ... Releases Filipe Alexandre de Moura Andrade Sá SUN KU LIGHT OF TRUTH Considerations are made in good unpretentious disposition, enough dose of independence, deep, interesting as we see the interplay of ideas which resulted very good step to tell a story with a moral that is, the moral of the story ... a story that on two workhorses who made a journey through ancient Japan, since the time of discovery, the gray donkey was loaded with salt, very heavy load, black ass guided to the destination because the caravan had a very light load, took sponge boasting of his luck being very rude the way the gray had enough and was about to die when the effort falls into stumbling big puddle of water melting at half load, black ass watching astonished the incredible luck that fellow there goes up, hastening taking what remained of the cargo. Driven by jealousy, throws himself into the water the same sort of hopeful. The sponge soaked with water making it almost impossible to black even stand up, eventually succumbing to tiredness logically and die. Stories from Grandpa love is like a rainbow, is not always present, always appears! The utopian chaos theory formulated a = 1 +1 = 2:2 = first utopia spiral rainbow multifactorial love ends in the maximum radiation energy entity, blooms in the sun - the land expires, the sun draws the same colors to paint the world - I breathe, you inspire the same air and I'm loving all the colors to paint your world! All part of how we feel things and there are things that come together, others split up but the truth does not hide facts. My first recollection I have only simply reminiscing, I wake immersed in a bright day, and prepared me with the power of light out of darkness and will distribute power and energy for the whole community constellation. I put myself wondering if one day be a hell? If a day is a ray, it would be destructive, scary, noisy, relentless or was bright, beautiful, radiant and energetic. Each ray is how humans different characteristics, different modes of action, different light, ie each beam / be unique and exclusive. Well if one day be a minimum radius was unique. Each ray has the form of action, as in people at any time such action appears in fractions of moments. Do we have the radius of action / being, it might change its direction and destination. In relation to targets and for the first time I invoke the name of god, one day appeared to have a conversation of beliefs and faith with a follower of the Koran that told me the following story which I shall describe, you are given a game for hands and ask God that you vehemently skirt and the top score went up a bit. My dear, the story boils down but he finally threw the dice? But apart from this story I will tell you that we share and we spoke / to be acting with the environment, each one throws the dice with your energy / shape / behavior. I knew it would be a transformer and that things were going to have a balance of forces that would transform the shining reality. A revitalized energy and dissatisfaction that people living with satisfaction would become in all colors to paint your mundo.acordei a reality different from the usual fields of writing and explore through this book going to expand my being. I reflect on how the transmission of thought and equate it to a light and power. We all think about multiple perspectives need to follow a stream and the soul has moments of disturbance, the way we look is not always naive and energy expands. Troubled minds with misdemeanors and are perpetuated in unison voice is louder than many voice, words are an expression of art, from this moment will be inspiration. The heartbeat is the rhythm that expands the veins. The prosecution is done because all the dead have their q. We all believe in evil, and sometimes make us shut up, "but we all think" the recollections are not always present and say that not because pratiques hatred is bad. We all have freedom of speech but not all have the right timing, and nothing more honest than the truth, we have various forms of expression and well being is to have balance. Balance is a series of routines, being nervous is an imbalance. People like commenting. All are pure universal love generates compassion. The sun is a source of energy, the abnormal is nothing happens, everyone forgets when they want and there are always several perspectives, many ideas, few convictions ... There are things hopeless, as all are subject to injustice. Love is a source of pleasure and always alone and protected, that people do not like to think but awareness is a torch that enlightens us. There are vices that we all sometimes have fears, they all say and do stupid things. Do not write to anyone, we all have something we do not want to remember, but it's nice to know when we are sad and always admit it and not hide anything because we all have vulnerabilities, we all feel the pleasure of something lurking and when the opportunity opens the door for him . There is always a feeling toward the other, but "nobody is nobody" so everyone has the right to shine. Friendship is always a good beginning to a friend another self. Follow your instinct that you see the positive. All we can be loved and to love love is light generator, when we are loved we must respect that feeling, love each other and increase the birth rate, always with the words in games crossroads undoubtedly an antagonistic expression but with his logic to avoid suffering. "What the old have not wisdom, but prudence" so listen! Everybody knows the good and evil? We have our hand in this decision to be good or bad, some sanity is madness, the knowledge is really important! " If possible be in graduate school of life ... I'll turn for you, by me and who likes me. Change to evolution. A shaft through which passes a current of anxiety vibrant, electric, travel bodies, feeders and hope for something new and amazing that let's static movements but with racing thoughts and anxiety. Paralyzed from moving up the tension in the falls in reality and with movements controlled and measured, down the stairs of thought where we connect to each other. It is on this ladder of thoughts which we categorize behaviors, faces and movements enquadradam on the descent and ascent of the moments of life, lights feed the treadmill without stopping this madness take you to the reality of sec. Xxi, energy, magic, costumes, all with apparent harmony, but watch your step, not everyone is going up the escalator of life, there are beings who climb stairs that rise above all the moves and supports someone, will that be enough or a question of balance? Balance of forces is key to balancing movements, ups and downs of every level, but not all deserve to go down and support us on the climb, effort and perseverance are essential, then raise yourself to the spirit of sacrifice, no injuries or stops and it will take in light of the thinking being. Without balance of outside forces that might give way, the rungs are dry and fed by cables of hope come to the cord most important cycle of life, this energy that feeds the earth. My electrical panel was the one who would command positions and destinations of current universal. It was a sun that would illuminate the dark bowels of the earth nature. What was happening I felt sad for the dawn a suit that came with nightfall, lived, revived and reborn is it the powerful sun (sun) * a radiant source as drops falling on the floor, this source of life and light. My lighthouse, who searches diligently, so the rotary motion of the abnormality. Beginning to feel the first electrocution and nerves electrocution with cardiac noisy blink. Electromagnetic waves that come and go thoughts waveforms around the circle of waves. Electricity runs through my body the chain that leads me to the circuit wave. The electrical pulse fell and am shaken by impulses circulating in electric mode, always knew the truth when discovered by impulse shines brightly, there is a blackout and shut up the voices tormented by the feeling of being light, lights a candle to light accumulated pain of melted wax. Electric doors open softly playing, but no closing time to open. The electric chainsaw cuts to the roots of hatred vibrant obscure. Electrocuted in smoke light that erases the memory, electromagnetic turbulence nasmentes bubbling, turbulent electromagnetism endless. Extend like spokes electrifying that paralyze the mind, have a light, black electrifying of flashes, flashing lights plaguing me the uninterrupted flow of current. The lights illuminate opaque outlandish beings in the dim light. Electrical wires run through my body vibrantecheipode energy. Rise and move towards the 10th circuit and there is a power failure, 'incorruptible even the dark there is a decrease electric power and fell on the words of ecstasy and sensations. Cut bright sharp and bright echoes, bright light grabbing voice breaking, dark lightning flashes where dark beings with errant eye orientation. There is a fluorescence and flourish and fall, not thunder in all directions and senses. The "ofusculência" and these piercing lightning overshadow the pleasure of others feelings and perspectives. Glowing and intersecting arcs deep into your soul that hold the atoms, shock and dynamic glow. As a hint to me hammer the incongruity of the sentiments that appeal to a light strong and determined, in my absence twilight when I roll smoothly, acute at the lights of my being, I delight and gently like a thunderbolt. There is an ominous light, these lights convalescent threaten that torment us and let foresee the danger? There is a lamp, the light that follows you in moments of bucolic and unable to confront you intimacy in secrecy. There is a bright red light and blocking nerve accelerators. Shocks sails and minds of contaminants to spread without impulses, light company, which was not illuminated and not give the light feel of the company. Thunder crunch and shatter-thirsty pleasure noises. Lights powerful statement to condemn the lives of others by voices. How powerful rays and lacerating cutting ties impossible to tie the dim light in which overshadowed the awareness that penetrate bulky bundles. Intensely lit up the mists of black light in the cosmic light, a pervasive and deep cosmos which relieves the oblivion of the soul. Lightning heats and darkens and becomes still and silent, but range and noise when it happens is breathless and overwhelming that infects the rage to live and be present in other lamps and lighting or even simple but striking fleeting darkness of sighs and breaks silences the most electrifying. That lightning that you erase the issue of consciousness marked by groans and eloquent that precipitate action neglected sense of opportunity to stand still when they fell another lightning in this world. I remember the photo taken with my brother (now hanging in my room) and I ate at the place where the hosts of hell which I refer later. After the ashes of light, these ashes that mark you heat the irons fierce and strong of a hit are only contaminated by ash light of past and future ubiquitous not forget. Cut up the spur of the moment and spreads slowly tearing profusely and telling you controls you, and you throw into a pool of light that drowns in memory of the words incontinent and spilling their place of birth. In turmoil are the burning ashes of a magnetic body that flickers and hisses in your heart burning with desire for something manly and masculine or feminine and sexy then this affront dual personality that does not sag or to one side or the other. The ashes of light and heat the dark frivolous in their heat and have the protection of rain and eaten, that spread across continents and timeless space invades us and presents us with luxurious and gives insights into the many pleasures and depressing. The anxiety of the chemistry of pleasure sedentary but not encrusted, but printed on the naive side. Oblivious to the thrill of feeling and being, you feel bright and dazzling and relieves contractions felt by the excesses, excesses that we redirect them to another dimension, develops, feeds an addiction does not shy no bounces or runs up crazy hair denial. The light hypnotic and groping experience feelings felt in the face that promise to yield to the desire leads us to believe that there is dynamic and, for without it we are taken without credit debt, stagnant life as hypnotic transcendent beings who are caught in sources droughts, rave brow of indecency and idleness. Lead us to new challenges in the same thought in different reactions, these reactions sometimes unreasonable where we face with the pure desire to have, can be fed by it and not conducted as separate pieces of clay that come together when heated. My second recollection is just a picture dressed in a suit where I am in the same outfit from the first picture that is now in my room, I'm açoreira on top of a car I remember falling down the stairs where my grandmother had some tapes used at the entrance to the flies. I remember to call my grandmother to the land of the land of the flies was much excitement when the donkeys or horses to pass. My father, who owns a blue car where he was born my second recall, was a datsun. My "old" used to tell a story, this story he said, between my grandmother and a donkey that does not comply, the old woman bit off his ear. Today after reading the story you will not fell him any teeth. I saw the breasts of my grandfather and was once the mirror was under the bed of my parents was that he had better play from childhood until the worst nightmare, nightmare I used to have a terrrivel down a stream and came in a pot, I think this may be the worst one can dream of that child and death in the end the death and just as immortal or die before that light which is divided between bodies disposed of motion and oscillates between two easy ways to illuminate, but without any life, subsists in bitterness and disappointment of hypnosis systemic that feeds and develops. Consciously, it is so intense that it is extinguished and there is even erased. Psychedelics loops intertwine in the noise of angry thunder that support and enhance the anomaly that arises from being covered by all this psychedelic thunderstorm. Well here it remains consistent with no powers or scales, the transfer would only be a pretext for the abnormality, thunder black, caged and emitting grunts strangest and most profound of the absorbance of the reason he goes out, and range shifts without the least secretive, seemingly in a world of psychedelic lighting that afflict those who want him to mislead or enjoy pleasures staggered prejudiced by the colors dyed oblique stagnant, with no intention of creating or mere indulgence. Imbued with the spirit of the fragments of thought, in fact fragmented are those who imagine another world, away from disturbances, such as when we scratch ourselves irritate the eye, or simply blink. This move alienated from other movement glows a
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