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A serious insight from “Achtung Baby” by U2 hints at an expensive price for love. This sounded like a popular opinion, sponsored by good music.

I’m not telling you pricing love is a nice thing to do. I’m not telling you it’s normal it’s expensive. But I wonder if some universe you stumble upon sometimes with your lover is of any interest.

I remember that many of us need to deal with the universe of our loved ones. Sometimes there are thieves and hitmen. Sometimes there are brawls but if you follow your passion, you can’t be wrong.

That’s why I decided to dedicate my life to music and make the necessary sacrifices. Like a pink donation to the monsters in your nightmare. “If you feel sensual, then you are sensual” used to say a playboy playmate. Now I’m so sick and tired that I managed to work in banks where my real passion is music and sounds.

What Do We Know About Love?

One thing we can be sure of: there’s a special kind of magic in the air when you find another heart that needs to share. Of course, the promises that were made are at risk.

In the long run, motivation is key. What are we living for and why do we love? They say love should remain intelligent, otherwise, you’ll end up blind.

If you’re in love and can’t imagine it will end, do not hesitate to try marriage. But of course, marriage is the first cause for divorce. Regarding the promises that were made in the process: make a list and check them when you think you’ve kept them.

Try Not To Love Or To Live

The unconscious mind is a rather complex one. But it seems one way to cope with it is the subconscious. And the best way to understand that complex is dreams.

So many nightmares did not happen! What are we waiting for? Let’s talk about the end of the world. When we will exhaust our resources, through begging, stealing or borrowing, we will opt for a solution like lynching.

If someone needs an education about love, just remember it has a price. And the price is the following: decompression sickness.

That’s why they say most love stories end up in debriefing. One thing all love stories share is how you are a solution to trouble and pressure for your loved one. Of course, decompression sickness (type 3) is quite puzzling: make the best of the situation before you go insane.

Cutting Edge Solitude Sponsored By Posture

Many people suffer from something called the phony syndrome. But if you hold tight to that blog, you will watch all your problems fall like dominoes.

This is an amazing promise: do as I say, don’t do as I do. I do know my audience. They are busy people, looking for a little romance. And they’re all dressed like party people.

So the party is at Mar Mikhael in Beirut, Lebanon. And it’s been this way for a long time. In 2001, Monot was the place to be. In Paris, it depends on the kind of music you like.

Through music, I will tackle every subject possible on that blog. Even the Lebanese ones such as sexuality, racism, post-traumatic stress, superficiality and destruction of heritage. Is there a God or any kind of justice under the sky?

We Are Under The Same Sun

The more I inspect the Paris subway, the more of me I see reflect. And that wouldn’t be a problem, if not for the toxic suspicious minds that are working overtime.

Now that seems a little ironic. It’s like a desert that doesn’t miss the rain. A new emotion is challenging me to leave Paris, France and settle in Beirut. 300 days of sun a year!

In Paris, they wonder what 300 days of sun are like. In Lebanon, we wonder what 10 years to lose means. Wasting time is a bad idea because they say time is money.

And that’s why I’m writing this blog in an acute confusion state, aka love. What is love? Please don’t hurt me? An undercover agent for the blues?

We Are Family, Even With Chinese People

If we live under the same sun, then we are family. Here on Earth, this is a basic fact. Unless people from a distant star have invaded us and make us look like shit.

This is called spoofing and you could be chased by the government and the industry if you know what I mean.

Love brings you down to your knees. Another incredible analysis by a song that I will not disclose. They say you get what you give. What if this is not the case?

Chinese medicine seems like a good one and they say that balance is key. Have you ever been in a relationship that got so imbalanced that even your mama thinks your mind has gone?

And when anarchy rules your head, the savior will always be the heart. When looking for clues, maybe we should make an effort to be serious. According to Bob Dylan, life is not a joke. Is this why we love humor?

For example, what am I gonna do when the cops will come for me? Oh wait, I’ve spent 10 years in chastity, obedience, and poverty because someone threw herself under my wheels.

Suspicious Minds At Work Like My Dad

My father used to tell me that the sky is so big compared to our little persons, that we chose to abandon God for space and stars. My star will always be: “what are we going to leave behind when we die?”

Perhaps there are other worthy stars. Like “that was just a dream”. Losing your religion is kind of strange but some people say suffering is a religion.

The butcher is making a lot of money. The complexity of the animal kingdom whose fundamentals are failure and mishap is worth writing a song about.

Queen used to say: “you suck my blood like a leech, you break the law and you preach”. When I left Paris very much alive, I had faced so many bad outlaws that I decided to shift the topic of that blog from love to justice.

Don’t Take Offence At The Innuendo

Love is a story that is hard to be told. That’s why we spend a lot of time debriefing. And people who said that love stories end up in a bad way misunderstood the meaning.

With that mind, love becomes like a wonderful adventure. Surely, those trips form a complex identity. But who cares about complexity when you got dreams?

I have decided to open a member section of that blog. It will be useful for us and a lot of people. We will talk exclusively about our dreams. Of course, the price will be simple: it will be a place to relax and control our dreams.

And maybe with the right associates, our dreams will enable us to have a life a bit less about domination and more about appreciation.

Now I’m Sick Of That Darkness

We know life is not a joke. And if we surrounded ourselves with a sea of thieves, then we will listen to music secretly. A rare independence of the mind.

At first, I was skeptical. But now I do agree. Every time that cold wind blows, every time I hear the sound, I remember Hiroshima and Nagasaki. A story about memory and forgetfulness.

What kind of bomb can annihilate so many lives? What kind of weapon can solve a conflict that was unprecedented in history in terms of casualties?

If the price is right, then it’s just a matter of decompression sickness. There are two types: “Type I (‘simple’)” for symptoms involving only the skin, musculoskeletal system, or lymphatic system, and “Type II (‘serious’)” for symptoms where other organs (such as the central nervous system) are involved.

I guess if it’s expensive, then it means the quality is good. What if it was another trick of the mirror? What do you have to sell?

And remember: while you’re in love, you are also in love with nearly 75 years of love: parents, cousins, grandparents and a parallel universe where it’s harder and harder to tell if you’re lovers or brother and sister. Freud will be delighted!

Sometimes I feel like I don’t know
Sometimes I feel like checkin’ out
I want to get it wrong
Can’t always be strong
And love it won’t be long

Oh sugar, don’t you cry
Oh child, wipe the tears from your eyes
You know I need you to be strong
And the day is as dark as the night is long
Feel like trash, you make me feel clean
I’m in the black, can’t see or be seen

Baby, baby, baby, light my way
Alright now
Baby, baby, baby, light my way

You bury your treasure
Where it can’t be found
But your love is like a secret
That’s been passed around
There is a silence that comes to a house
Where no one can sleep
I guess it’s the price of love
I know it’s not cheap

Oh, come on
Baby, baby, baby, light my way
Oh, come on
Baby, baby, baby, light my way

Oh, ultraviolet (oh)
Ultraviolet (oh)
Ultraviolet (oh)
Ultraviolet
Baby, baby, baby, light my way

I remember
When we could sleep on stones
Now we lie together
In whispers and moans
When I was all messed up
And I had opera in my head
Your love was a light bulb
Hanging over my bed

Baby, baby, baby, light my way
Oh, come on,
Baby, baby, baby, light my way
Oh, ultraviolet

Ultraviolet
Ultraviolet
Ultraviolet

Baby, baby, baby
Baby, baby, baby
Baby, baby, baby, light my way

Baby, baby, baby
Baby, baby, baby, light my way
Baby, baby, baby, light my way

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Written by na1man

I've been listening to music for more than 20 years, trying to get a message in each of the 5000 songs I listened to. I'm interested in all topics (sports, art, science, philosophy, health, travel). I connect the dots with contemporary music. This blog will be the result of more than 20 years of work on humanity (ripples in the curvature of spacetime).

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