when is it now
vendredi 10 avril 2015
the fact is acceptable especially since the term was pushed
the
fact is acceptable especially since the term was pushed to let the
riders causing a change in the specific leap that can not be moved
because of problems that do not concern me, after all that is done well
it ' is
to be taken at random from a fist, contemplating the holidays like the
ones I'm currently building, white wall of blue whales, the immediate
sense and that it continues at the same rate, a two-stroke engine, yesterday
and tomorrow, which does not try to understand, but simply to live, it
is a harmonious space with everything you would expect since we know
that it is possible and as is allowed I'm not sure to
live it easily because I can hope is that it happens, but at the same
time I know it is poor to do more than what I'm in the shadow of a great
moment with a
higher place, but everything is saved with the weight that falls only
if it is raised to be facing a wall that will not fall apart so that in
the letter, one that does not want to be shaped,
a search of pleasure which extends to the North Sea with the fleeting
moment just a hole that smells the rose but all it is is a little
outside what is not the road, but
simply a stop in the countryside, in the gray birds that quickly
announced the turning of a hollow and as the meeting appears to be made
of good and comes immediately to four hours, we will do what we said,
as the soft underbelly, there a short time, which is not the same if we
do what we want but with the indication shake the bottle at the same
time I think to come quickly south
to enjoy these afternoon when the heat pushes the witness to the red,
which is not yet decided, which is done by against in the attention to
do it in defiance of a foreign law that is
not yet what it's like at the same time to be immersed in water without
spilling the situation to my advantage, but with the intention to place
a weight in the center of the action so I started strong and I ' waiting
for it then passes it's Tuesday, I seek a way to get there and take it
waives the sense that appeared as one who could go faster, but as always
beware verbal agreements, for what n is
not yet in the party race is a sidewalk that goes away in the magical
forest that changes color when the sun is hidden by the rain, but all I
know the road again, agrees to bear
in silence approaching death, so all I feel is a source of well-being,
and even though I know that the slow approach the time to lose what was
believed to be the pivot around which revolved
for years but I understand why another plane, as if one is caught in
the storm curtains fly moments become like never in such occasion and as
it is better than before I do not look my faults, but
the jump I'm doing, which is not final because in a situation of
conquest of human strength, it is of course hear the siren song
reflecting ancient Greek song to love, which is
not the one we had last seen when everything came together and it was
time to see life without lying and values that can take years to
accompany the seriousness with all his whiskers in a function laughing
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