when is it now
vendredi 31 janvier 2014
each time its history
each
time its history, its people, drinking, his room, his sleep and then
comes what would happen one day as another ad at the end , in the belief
that a new sensation and if it were possible , I start
to dream , life before death, before the meat sauce , Wednesday,
Thursday, Friday , incredible, this time is strong, it allows you to go
further how could I do otherwise everything is taken , soon
I must be ready , but when I get it to be , I must find the right
balance , it must exist and to me this roof that hides the sun, I should
have brought a ladder, but how to predict what is
not provided , then I do something else , I move , I walk to position
myself out of trouble , they are many , I do not see that but maybe this
is a printing
and if I was drowning in worries, but I have to be responsible , it is
not my desire but I have to, it is a moral obligation that I needed to
be sure to keep the head out
of the water , it saves me the grand tour , when I close I start to get
nervous because skipping wins myself I finally arrived, I see, I hear ,
I lose that I
do not win , how am I closer to the action that plant me , this is a
unique case in every part a kind of spring that gives one who knows why
he did it, the opportunity to jump
, then it depends on the day if Monday is tiring , if Tuesday is
ravioli , if Wednesday is in a room , if Thursday is worse if
it's Friday the limit is approached , it is finished on Saturday the
counters are put , it is a passage in February , laugh while there is
still time to go out without the feeling of wasting time and it is closed more I know how to open the mouth
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