when is it now
vendredi 31 janvier 2014
this broad is the birth
This
broad is the birth , it is the desire to extend the case , hoping that
the child will turn to be a child, it is love that falls in a rough sea to
pay attention to the dog, but when I have a dream I fell asleep
thankfully I can wake up and do something , I like it , but is it enough
to be happy with me , I see mirrors, busy people , the too
high doses , death by asphyxiation , and me stay here for the first
time , I did not understand why I had to do it , but now I always do a
little more to be sure that everything is possible in some way
I grasp what is happening , not only to express but in a dimly lit
corridor , I see a shadow that does not always do what you said, because
now I'm sure you want to do what pleases me I
long to know what I wanted to do, but the moment I went in the middle
of opportunities, I realized extensive as possible, all in the choice ,
there is nothing to outside
, because to know what happens must be well taken in the field that can
not please because everything is set aside for the sea and the earth,
in one way or another, and Finally
a pitch without restraint, because freedom comes with a price , there
are no half - measures, or everything , or nothing is because in the
room there was a bed in the bed there a
woman who sleeps , just now I go into the kitchen to prepare breakfast,
and when I think everything is here , in the time of access to the
upper surface , but in the time expected do
that is better than that, because in every part the price is lower than
expected in the evening , raining, but inside it is served at the table
, which shows satisfied within the dynamic rebound , when it is useful
it's nice , but about everything I do what I can, but that's still what
I can be is a limit to the west of the position when I finish the day
and throughout the science
is the most which was stirred for good reason that the human does not
advance, it is the objects it creates are signs of modernity, but humans
are the same there is a hundred thousand
years , stupid , greedy , willing to do anything until the
assassination to impose its views , there is no listening , no harmony ,
everything goes anywhere, but from this time everything opens in love
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