when is it now

mardi 17 février 2015

a way of loving the ice

a way of loving the ice is ready to get cold, which means that overall religious interactions we find a trace of humanity according to the time which is not the same in external situation, of course I'm not talking about the habit of some contemporary than abstract as curious as how to accept the idea that everyone can become what it is without having first put forward what is behind, that's why I think I can now say without any claim to having you as close but far away in the solitude of winter with less chance than others to be able to do what you love, because the problem in modern societies is to have hope but still no money, then how to deal with the wind, you can not build anything, we stay on the sand and wait for the sea rises, and after c is always as it happens, there is no way everything is blocked for a long time, at least since Adam when he was living in paradise, and he had no sexual desire for Eve, two bodies free and happy, but it's been a long time that we can not say the same, so that tomorrow the weather is good, it's an old story that during the 1652 war we used to tell the child, it started like that one day the sheep were parties to the supermarket, a plane fell from the sky without any reaction, but then how do you not have had the chance to die in peace, and that's when God arrives on his bike he says that's why I created the world one day at a time and everything is next will become president one day, and that day it's going to go wrong, because to be on the prediction he must get up early, even before knowing it, because why it's deadly, it does not go unnoticed, unless of course know where it comes from, so then I say okay this time, but would not too often we go again because here I can not close my eyes to sleep, unless you take a sleeping pill, but I do not like it because it's bad impressions when one is white and everything is black, when by chance, we remember the name of the person who was in charge of correspondence notebooks, it really too long, since I started to laugh at the first opportunity

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