in a dance that sense

in a dance that sense God promised to its fragile destiny but waiting to see to believe it starts one day waiting for it to finish everything that falls is a hollow but when things change means in a hole of silence, it does better or sleeps that slice of bread and pumpkin are suddenly attentive but then I stopped because what is happening now astonishes me, bothers me justifies me in the cause, and this fact determines the groundwater action does can not, must not, do not start, do not transgress, not fat, fingers, hands, feet and head to know that the soap is knowing queuing to buy bread, but when it's over Later we have to wait for the postman to make sure that everything is put in the box does not return to disorderly story for all to start is mixed in the end, and in a sense inverted letter carrier who déballonne to not face color of the sea that changes to any exchange of love letter, so hard is the life to deceive can enjoy their pay which is a lot for someone who's not used to be a ham bone in leather free bodies that are good when one is too put out in the cold that does not stop what is biting since the chain broke for fear of once again carry what comes chance in ancient times who could not know that one day we would take the plane to change the ideas, which then goes to the wonderful weather, it's a movement that happens easily in rebellious temples to English humor, and when it changes crossroads, we are pleased to see that each moment comes naturally, which is a new interesting if we could go see the old woman who keeps asking what time is the next train to Grenoble, which is not done in the circle but seeing how fast I understand that everything in the bedroom is for sleeping, and anything that is put in the living room c is to spend the evening, so a time to sleep, but if you want to be more careful, you just have to go through the door, go outside and pay attention to the dog poo that slightly in a confusing situation, what happens is that a day like today in the supreme reality, not to mention the low points, but without too much attention to the mistakes of youth, which would not be taken seriously are always welcome, but what sings at night, what goes on in the head, a poorly cultivated field, chitterlings to when frying, and for what shovel up the past, it finds me do me not lose and when it starts to spring I hide in a sidewalk, which is not yet wholes do not sing the dead, but understands that in an hour we will be alive, and why not open the window on the trash, but that's not what makes me happy, it was after when you are caught in a crazy bravery, to be put in a room that smells like hot chocolate but with however an action for the poor, what is not acceptable is to see that all is well while outside in the rain and in conditions unworthy of a modern country with trains planes cars, gas, electricity means payment of the fine ham, if it's not what highlights I wonder why it crosses the line knowing what it does so