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OBSERVATIONS | The Life Inside Us
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The Life Inside Us. Music For The Soul. Who we are is the life inside us. My grandparents have resided in their flat since 1976 and their love for things made it look like a second-hand shop. They stuffed their home with a lifetime’s worth of possessions; a practice that continues even today. Recently, they began to collect plastic bags and the clutter that was once moderate, is officially out of control. They live on the second floor in a block with thirteen entrances; the perfect place to get lost!
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Nature’s Gifts | The Life Inside Us
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The Life Inside Us. Music For The Soul. Who we are is the life inside us. There isn’t anything more profound and exhilarating than observing the Earth’s natural processes. Sunset in Thailand is one of the most beautiful moments I’ve experienced with Nature. January 21, 2015. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new posts via email.
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To Be or Not To Be | The Life Inside Us
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The Life Inside Us. Music For The Soul. Who we are is the life inside us. To Be or Not To Be. We are nature’s best creation. A perfectly balanced mechanism that needs to be appreciated and loved to function at its best. We, humans, destroy everything we touch and rectify mistakes with science. Then the production of repairing materials becomes our second nature, we simply can’t live without alternatives. We are immune to simplicity and this comes with consciences. We are thought to live for the others be...
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Movies | The Life Inside Us
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The Life Inside Us. Music For The Soul. Who we are is the life inside us. The choice of a good movie is an art in its own. Similar to the choice of a book, the movies we watch describe our personality, unconscious desires and admiration to the untouchable. So if you are looking for cowboy, horror, action or comedy recommendation, I suggest that you skip this page. My old time favourites are listed bellow. Of course, the list is not final…. The Lives of Others. The Edge Of Heaven. The Secret In Their Eyes.
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The Huffy Agent | The Life Inside Us
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The Life Inside Us. Music For The Soul. Who we are is the life inside us. It was already mid morning, just past eleven and Julie was still in bed. The throbbing in her head had awakened her an hour before, but her body was in pain. Have I fallen down the stairs? She asked Adam, but it was her drinking. Under the steadily growing pain she managed to recall patches from last night; wine, vodka, Prosecco and a shot of Tequila. How did she manage to get home? That’s right, she fell of her bike. The man with ...
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Birdy – Shelter | The Life Inside Us
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The Life Inside Us. Music For The Soul. Who we are is the life inside us. Birdy – Shelter. I find shelter in this way. Under cover, hide away. Can you hear when I say. I have never felt this way. Maybe I had said something that was wrong. Can I make it better with the lights turned on. Maybe I had said something that was wrong. Can I make it better with the lights turned on. Could I be, was I there. It felt so crystal in the air. I still want to drown whenever you leave. October 8, 2014. You are commenti...
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I’d Rather Go Blind – Hannah Barrett | The Life Inside Us
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The Life Inside Us. Music For The Soul. Who we are is the life inside us. I’d Rather Go Blind – Hannah Barrett. She is one of the most talented young soulful singers I had the pleasure of listening. And she is only 17! October 16, 2014. Music For The Soul. I'd rather go blind. Music for the soul. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Official w...
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Sentimental Slavery | The Life Inside Us
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The Life Inside Us. Music For The Soul. Who we are is the life inside us. My grandparents have resided in their flat since 1976 and their love for things made it look like a second-hand shop. They stuffed their home with a lifetime’s worth of possessions; a practice that continues even today. Recently, they began to collect plastic bags and the clutter that was once moderate, is officially out of control. They live on the second floor in a block with thirteen entrances; the perfect place to get lost!
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Beautiful Autumn | The Life Inside Us
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The Life Inside Us. Music For The Soul. Who we are is the life inside us. November 16, 2014. One Comment to “Beautiful Autumn”. November 16, 2014 at 12:21 pm. What very beautiful pictures, the very soul of late autumn captured wonderfully. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. No, wait, ...
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Poetry | The Life Inside Us
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The Life Inside Us. Music For The Soul. Who we are is the life inside us. A storm of feelings disperses the seeds of love. In fields and oceans, in the deepest layers of my heart. Rain is pouring when it cries, sun is shining when it smiles. There’ll never be another today just wistful history and dust. So I’ll love you today for everything you are and for all that you are not. And cherish the love that grows between us. Rainbow leaves are scattered in my feet, children of the dying Autumn. And the past ...