My friend, my voice, my heart, can I hear me? All, I have,,, me. You? No guile. No lies. No distrust in me. Love? Trust you? My heart in your hands, my life in the open? Naked pain? Love on a razor, sliced in balance, survive your love, my heart.
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I embrace an eclectic life, tastes, and friends. I love to listen to people - to induce speaking of their past. Sometimes, their voices end in my writing. For grammar perfectionists, allow me to apologize in advance, as I write for the casual reader, not the professional. My passions include my family, music, working in electronics, mechanics, stone, and concrete. Better to know a little bit about everything than everything about one thing. Quote from Pascal. View all posts by ramblingsfromanunpavedmind