Ear
Sometimes our ears soundproof, ...
Sometimes too gaping ...
Sometimes we hear vague ...
It could be that we have received has been contaminated ...
Left ear could hear anything else,
That right can respond differently ...
Today she said yes, it could be the next day to say no ... He says pink, pink can be mean ...
Dijalarkan vibrations from the ear to the brain, read a notation notation harmony that stimulates emotion ... Which immediately change the sense perception ... Laughter, crying, confused, angry, guilty ... It is familiar with the ear is sound, mouth, tongue, promise, hope, honesty, lies, money jingling cotton bud and clumps of dirt.
It may be that today the ears hear the happy news ... it could be the next day to hear the sad news, ...
ear accustomed to promises, lies, honesty, words of love, profanity, and crap ...
I wanted to cover my ears,
But I need a voice ...
I need to hear the strains of the strings of the world ... I miss hearing their laughter, I am ashamed to record their ridicule ...
If only the ears can close their leaves, of course, I can enjoy the silence of this lifeless, desolate silence recording, selecting a million seven hundred appointments, translate symptoms of the flesh ... and then send the tone to the brain and spat it into the tomb stool ...
This paper was written when I was cleaning the ear with a cotton bud pale ...
