thought.
While stars confused and want tiny scratched the sky above the sea.
I thought it was a rip-off can not go back to the first frame.
start again.
Pleasure, who you are now?
Goodbye, person who knows what will become
How many dreams you've created? How did you invented? How many have you eaten?
And your heart? What is left and how he digested the concoctions that will force the time sent him down?
I only see the person you are, you will have to tell me how it happened.
This morning I sat sedately in the middle of my unmade bed watching the silver glitter sprinkled on the pillow.
the night of San Lorenzo at the end is half a rip-off because we always want to remember rejected the year before.
But yesterday in the game you want between soap bubbles and glitter I thought it was beautiful "wish". Just as "desire"
I want to bring dreams
Dreams require firmness
The heart is always there
The world also
PS: I suspend official statement on vacation.
Headphones Judgement, S, Bersani
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