when is it now

mercredi 18 février 2015

silence is made of soft

silence is made of soft shadows that take off when the mood murmur something you hardly hear, we must say that time takes its time and that everything that comes mixed with the break that proudly announces to among the other contenders, as the news spread quickly, absolutely incredible curtains antique tables that do not take as everything is right and that the concern is better in a dreadful scene where we see the opposite of a Baroque ensemble while people are not ready because it does not stop, it will take more and more, and whatever you do, misery grow and the bread will not be distributed to the poor, because the money is taken not handful of sergeants who are not yet punished by divine justice, it does not come right away it takes thousands of years and that too is futile, it gets stuck in the chalk and it sings in her bath as well as the temple of an unknown god, because the true sense of the holiness there is a step that can not be crossed, now who does not choose his victim at the expense of a certain audacity but why do I wonder well what's the point of killing the hope in favor of a vulgar display of chitterlings thirsty mercantile stupid when he should not do it on purpose but it falls it's even worse because there at least there nothing to say, everything is done without order, one that could limit before the friction in silk, a look through and everything starts in a bright circle to the insatiable, those who want to catch the antenna of my friend n 'has not been able to find out, which is annoying when you consider everything that comes after, but it must first pass the passage, and there you are wrong exit, you had to actually build on a point, not a certainty that takes it easy, because after all this progress made, it was more to attack the witnesses, because how unnoticed, which is mounted axle vainly trying to reach both ends, which just proves the lack of enthusiasm in our time where everything is possible nothing happens then only for a thousand years we lived without wheels

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