this is not a thirst but simply an idea

this is not a thirst but simply an idea cube shaped from black to red through a white cloth floating in the air as to form a web that would like to have for dessert because right now c is the ultimate result that during the time open to application there have been places for which you get used to make the pleasure last because everyone knows what happens one day when everything collapses like a house of cards that sticks so they do not fly but despite this delight is not as good as for a lemon tart for this lack is not luxurious, it is observable only when all the elements are different and it starts when the long-awaited rice thrown on the sand and it's white spots on yellow like we did this thinking at noon, as the dwarf trees contests like round the station and why do such a beautiful thing, there are not a reason that is needed when everything is vulgar and that the oven is hot to bake the cake, but although it between that does not meet expectations as time passes and nothing remains from before this time, whereas it is urgent to close the door because you never know why it dance, be careful it does goes to plan it must wait until it starts with the first, even if you are easily planted in the decor, we must however have a house hosting projects, sculpture, singing, melody, sardines in oil and still is in the other in the kitchen, as if everything is prepared for the start of races, once said that everything that happens does so only by chance and in seconds it's billions, and that's how we get away in a clearing that opens on ocean desires that fade like birds mowed down by the wind, once everything comes out of the reserve and starts to climb towards the mountain, soon have to call the helicopter to make the toad sings a dirge for in this time we are in a highly ridiculous traffic atmosphere, which causes a sudden passion for wood cabinets, like that was said to be a sign of the past but as I always do in this situation would have me anyway were common to all other why do it backwards I know what it means and not bother me to paint a dark reality, I see through the window full of honey flowers