Dreaming bEyOnD tHe HoRiZoN: Tibet The Story Of A Tragedy

The reggae music is carrying out head high, to be up to it you must be proud and aware of the sense of creation. The rock is combined with neon lights, artificial lighting and the reggae do not need a disco or a club, can be anywhere better in the hills.
I love the countryside. I want to live on a farm. Not really want to live in an apartment.I am not of this world, you know. Living in this world but not of the world.I'm not famous to me. I am just what they are, not what people want me to be. I am a prophet? I popular? I have always been popular. Have 5 good friends already be popular. I come from the countryside, where you have the possibility to grow everything and you do not need to go out and kill to find a job or money, you can eat, wash, build everything from home to a pair of shoes. I like to be a farmer. Revelation occurs every day on the streets. The West has no future. Alcohol destroys the grass while constructs. The man has a universe within himself. Man can not be a slave and if you say that you can not sing a new song like Kaya, Devi Ricanto. See we do not have to run too much, we must always leave some room so people can reach you. Politics did not interest me, is the devil's bargain. The politicians are playing with people's heads. Never play with people's heads.Life and God are the same. God is the gift of life. I am forever in some way because they are unique, not duplicated. The singularity of every man and every woman is a gift from Jah.

Dreaming bEyOnD tHe HoRiZoN

2.16.2010

Tibet The Story Of A Tragedy

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