Sometimes dreams come true, though not always good to do so. As a teenager (I have 19 years, aperdonadme if bit!) Was one of my dreams (now not) know Liam Gallagher of Oasis. Rebellious spirit rock star from another era Beatles lost because of a few decades, represents what I always wanted to be (along with a million other kids). And the desire had settled with him, perhaps looking in his eyes defiantly cursed, was greater than the desire to win the lottery. And I really knew him. And it would have been better to win the loteriaa I (we) in a hotel in Seville, I holiday and work (on holiday then too). The breakfast time is around 9. My reactions to his views are different and range from a simple post-shock awakening to the ecstasy of winning the Champions League, going through times like the appearances of various saints in the calendar.
Recovered a minimum of sobriety and purity of mind, I begin to notice (or more well to memorize) each small gesture of hers in the hope of seeing an attitude of hard and true rock star. Come on, think, ask for a beer and sausages and drag a knife to the waiter. Come on, I urge within me, pour the table and jumps on the chair, belches and send us all to hell. Come on, aquema the room! Sniffed a little sugar. Conversely, Achaeans disappointment!, ashock!, Save!, The guy is a kind and polite person. In that hotel room in Seville, my world of youth is destroyed in a second. Rock Is Dead.
No more cruel dreams. No more self-destruction. No more dirt. AMay sad! I make one last attempt, I go to get an autograph with the hope that really hit me, but he signs and I still smile. And saluting me, shakes my hand and do not realize, however, that a tear of sorrow flows through my eyes.