when is it now

vendredi 10 mai 2013


if do is when somehow I'm still to understand even if tomorrow I will another day I go, then how to take the path that leads to the exact point of my life, luck, I see no other reasons, lucky to be there, from chance, a chance to stop and start again, until you know that the time is unique, I think in my tragic fate, believe, that's all I can do, it is not much, but when I feel it allows me to ensure the transition to another situation, when I know very well that we must always be on guard, people, the real friendship, kindness, a laundry planned the sun to dry faster, the last day, the first, second and forth westward, nothing new, it's old, it is well cooked, it should continue as before, because the project is still active, years of happiness, in great condition, how to get there, how to be in a position to love, it's about me, it's been a while we've been together, will I therefore see the look without other pressures, quietly find what I miss a chance to find the resources needed to develop the master plan is the core to all my actions, I ' live there every day, except during the holidays, it is a cozy nest where I do not ask myself the question why I do it another time, I went to see if I could still tell me that the time is right selected, you can always believe if life was going as long planned, there would only do what it takes, but it is difficult to know what to do, there are so many choices once people were walking, they do not travel much so often we lived in the village for generations, a continuously unknown situation today, now it is bursting, we no longer live together, we see from time to time playing the comedy loving relationship, and we left promising to not see that next year is the modernity, a coldness in relations, it is no longer needs of others, old solidarities melted in the sun, there is nothing left of the laundry in the river, and tapping to from dirt, in modern machines the machine turns into a drum, no more tape above except if it's a drum in an orchestra, then it's different when the sun shines you can remove his coat, always adapt

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