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of course!! 
Music is my feelings. My feelings every day; in different times, like a diary; pulsing with its own hart bits; measuring time;

into that music are my thoughts, even those I don’t Know yet;

is harmonic and disharmonic , soft

and hard, a soul redemption or a total disaster ..  Like humans!

 

 

                                                                  

                    

http://www.4shared.com/file/60342621/f34b9b1/After_the_rain.html
     The face that you see staring back at you from the mirror every morning is not really you. Everything about that person that you look at, has been designed by someone, something, and responds to things outside of your immediate control. What is your name but someone else’s name being reused, you life but someone else’s recapitulated? You live where you live cause others have lived there before you.
Your looks are someone else’s fashion, your creeds the dusty regurgitation of steel ideas that have bored people for generations. When someone hands you a list of possibilities to choose your life from, a list that is based upon WHO you are, there can be no unique, interesting or original outcome. The fact that we all have our OWN names, numbers, addresses and personalities is exactly what excludes us from being individuals. People become the sum product of their experiences and with each passing moment this accumulation further solidifies the image of’ self’ that everyone has.  People become roles that they are then forced to play out by the circumstances that they are woven into and by their personal understanding their self as being one with this image; an image which assumes the mantle of identity.  The general state of confusion, frustration and alienation that most people live in is both the direct product  of  and the very cause of the contradictions between ‘ the self’ as it is and ‘the self’ as we would like it to be. When we talk about the changing of  identities we talk about finding freedom by breaking from other people’s conceptions as well as our self-conceptions of what we can do. Burning the effigies of us is the only way to destroy the predetermination that undermines this discourse of our lives and our involvement in the world.