Consciousness.
(Del lat. Conscientia, and this replica of the gr. Συνείδησις).
1. f. Property of the human spirit to be recognized in its essential attributes and all changes which itself is experiencing.
2. f. Inner knowledge of good and evil.
3. f. Reflective knowledge of things.
4. f. Mental activity which can only access the subject himself.
5. f. Psicol. Mental act by which a subject perceives himself in the world.
Some people have it.
Others will not.
do not know if it's luck, or misfortune.
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to lose my voice.
I'm late as usual, you see.
What time is it?
not want to tell you the same thing over and over again.
speak little,
drink more than they should.
I say nothing, everything in me seems
repeated
and now I feel I have the face of another ....
just want to be quiet,
I see out of focus, and you
fades gradually
like smoke from a cigarette.
And cry, cry out to you.
scream, cry out to you.
And if you're so over,
sprayed, wiped, swept and packaging
be here by my side.
scream, scream until you lose your voice.
Because when I speak softly
not you stop and listen ...
No one else was full moon
pack ran out,
the brink of extinction. Dark as
my shadow, losing your figure
error.
And cry, cry until you find a reason.
I'm the last primate become a sniper.
And now pointed at your skull, because the pulse
not fail me, I still
the playoff
primitive and unarmed,
my love was not enough .
And cry, cry out to you.
Because time waits for us and give us the reason.
I'm late as usual, you see.
What time is it?
not want to tell you the same thing over and over again.
speak little,
drink more than they should.
I say nothing, everything in me seems
repeated
and now I feel I have the face of another ....
just want to be quiet,
I see out of focus, and you
fades gradually
like smoke from a cigarette.
And cry, cry out to you.
scream, cry out to you.
And if you're so over,
sprayed, wiped, swept and packaging
be here by my side.
scream, scream until you lose your voice.
Because when I speak softly
not you stop and listen ...
No one else was full moon
pack ran out,
the brink of extinction. Dark as
my shadow, losing your figure
error.
And cry, cry until you find a reason.
I'm the last primate become a sniper.
And now pointed at your skull, because the pulse
not fail me, I still
the playoff
primitive and unarmed,
my love was not enough .
And cry, cry out to you.
Because time waits for us and give us the reason.
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