People like the blues but not the writings sad.
If I remember correctly, the blues was born as a natural expression of black American slaves who expressed the pain of life without parole. Later, the pain reflected the inequalities of race to finish in the deepest pain of the human being as loneliness, indifference and lack of opportunities. The music was simple, but with words and music gave the foundation for most modern tunes such as rock, pop, reggae and more. The art was a good outlet for the vexations of life, so that he became somewhat higher.
I think my blues is different. A Throughout these years, only managed to tire the people who felt entitled to tell me how to live my life. Whereas now I'm alone, life had just changed to reach the same lugar.Veo irreversibly so many people, exceptional people with similar tastes, those who learn and share. I would like to be your buddy. Some think me a fool. Others did not know I exist and some others underestimate me.
People would prefer the blues. The people sing, you learn the names of those who play (some became legends). A catalog of berrinchudo me, I always write the same thing, written as if interested my life but for some unknown reason, prompted them to judge me. I had to learn music and put this into a song.
Everybody loves the blues, not to write of sadness. I do not know how Werther was so popular, so read. In fact I do not know why the world is unhappy and why all people lie to say that they have what you want. In fact the world is a place of joy in which I am not invited. All successful people deserve a voice and not that we lose every time. The blues speaks to lose, not to be, surprisingly, to howl at the moon ... And yet achieves greater grace.
To me, that I also love the blues or melancholy ballad tinged with relief serves me, feeds my soul and if I'm not in that sense I can understand and ignore it, but do not despise the tune or the person who plays / composes. I'm sorry to disappoint those who expected something from me and have not yet seen. I'm not here to please. Perhaps the blues I can give you are not here, is a unique genre.
Today I just wanted to take the iPod and write until he felt strong tingling in my hands. I wanted to hear the false click find some peace in the chaos. Forget (if possible) what has me wrong. Between these letters also sought a refuge, a possible and correct response. Satisfy a need known. Seek relief for ailments of the soul. Critíquenme if you will, say that I have no remedy and comparenme with their excellent lives. Others do not look at me with pity. Know that I write with all honesty that I have, without false poses no spectral triumphalism, with doom in his left hand and truth on the right. I wanted to unleash a little of what I still have.
If I were on the computer, they put a good rola "blues" to encourage the night and close this post (say, to get here had a reward to the ear), but I do not know how to do it from here. I appreciate if you came to this part of me.
See you in the future.
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