happens in life, especially if you're a romantic with a taste for theater as I see idols vanish before your eyes and suffer as if they were really known.
At 39, after more than a year of struggle against brain cancer, died Allen Shellenberger, drummer for Lit
dall'annoiare I still saving the reader with the story of my inspirational drummer, have already read or heard by my mouth too many times. On the other hand am a person very strongly tied to their passions, and when I talk about tend to be repeated, I know. It 's also true that a person who does not burn to their passions, maybe she needs to review and correct his definition of "passion", or what lists it as such.
I said initially that sometimes disappear figures who never knew you personally but the empty feeling you take the same, and the sadness with it.
comes naturally I wonder where it can be such a reaction by a person who, though sensitive, is also defined in rational reasoning. The reality is that an individual is not white or black, not a reality at the antipodes of the other. Each person is a bit sentimental and a little practical, with variations of the mixture. And, if we focus on why the disappearance of a figure leaves the sign, the reason is simple: what you hear lack is what it was for you, filtered and distorted by his ego, and not what it actually passed. Allen
I've never known, of course. Maybe it was the biggest bastard on the planet but I do not care now, and even thought I never touched before. Allen is a figure that made me take the spring - "Hey, I want to become a drummer!" - Full stop. So thanks for everything Allen, whatever, whoever you were really, you'll always be a hero to me.
Goodbye.
