when is it now
lundi 8 mars 2010
one night without saying that everything passes, it was but the first night was great, he can do it, watch it all starts, there's no hurry, my friends, let's be sure we forget our weaknesses, let us be who we are a pile of flesh covered by nerves somewhere the soul seeks a passage happen to her before the end of the season, one, two, three, go again, try again, not what is not the last, but yesterday I was, so why not tomorrow, one more effort, I promise it will be the last before the last before the last, but until last, is what ' they say after the last, there's nothing, nothing but nothing, not even a funny story not of the daily need not, history is more commonplace, then the living will drink a beer, history martyred a little stomach, but clings living, my body knows its limits, I can go that far, it is beyond risky, high in the mountain grassland, pleasure mounts, but it falls on feet, straight not to fall, a story to pass the time without taking the lead, play solitaire for not falling into depression, it is a ridiculous leap to reach the moon
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