Good Exercises For Spondylitis

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echo to write and I do not know why I do not know if you want, what I mean; but I feel something inside that wants out, wants to sprout ...
ambré aroma is that I opened the soul and gave movement to my fingers, it's that inner peace that makes me happy is that health has returned to my mortal body, that makes me to feel like jump and scream, run and sing ... and dreaming ... and fly ... and love.
is background music that inspires me, surrounds me, lifts me and walks me wrapped in tape , light blue and white to blend into the clouds and shine with the sun ...
is that music fills my soul and filling my lungs with air, making it exhilarating to my last cell and producing tingling that my hair stands on end. Undoubtedly
I'm going crazy, and it is worrying ...
walk the streets stealing kisses and giving hugs and smiles and jumping, dropping laughter, falling in love with life, love ... Spreading my insanity to those who feel helpless and those who believe it is very close to be-entirely happy. Is very close to meet in that corner, whose back is the love of our lives waiting ... The love of every one of us who might be around the corner, comes with flowers in hand, a particularly bright eyes and a heart pounding like herd of horses that give the wind dancing in their manes.
and my fingers take me away, as the wind makes the leaves, seeds, with the umbrella of the ladies in the days of rain ... my fingers I embarked on this journey and make me forget what I mean. You'll forgive me for staying so quiet is that I sincerely blocked the cell in which everything was saved. It is an embarrassment, I know, I can only blush and apologize ... is that these days the sun has made me lose my sanity, I saw him come running so radiant the countryside, I rode through the grass and I stopped with freesias musical notes I gave to my senses. I have sung with the birds and I have taught piano to play a Mockingbird, I have tumbled with the squirrels in the forest and I slept a few naps bonsai below my window ... is that your shadow inspires me and reminds me so much I want to write and unfortunately today I forgot ... forgiveness to remain here silent.

Sweet dreams ...