And still in the house tonight.
still a breath of hot, dry air, heavy air and so sweet.
I sat on the couch hoping to me a few laughs.
Macchi.
Nothing.
Shit.
I'll cry. With all these
poi.Con spouses.
As a child, like the women of the village.
The movie is ready and the start, the slow motion, black and white, smiles, close-ups of hands clasped, the poses of empire, the sunflowers, the long dress that covers the rest.
The light is off, the smiling faces, all of them but mine, which fortunately is protetta.Al dark.
I do not think I will never marry.
But it's really touching and moving like a movie that you guess the ending.
Among the guests are all there, many are struggling to be immortalized on tape.
The laughs and dances the longest and most fools the fool who paid more tanned faces and along with the biggest tits. Shooting
running running running, while I think of the life of my brother. While I think of my
.
While the bride is really wet.
But after the rum and pear there you are.
On that day there with me, for me.
The choice was tough and usually gives you the excess, such as hair and lips shimmering blacks.
While I am a witness of a love that is not mine.
The music he chose, all foreigners, all ballads, the key word is love.
Nothing else matters.
Fuck.
You're my superhero.
also be in the church seems fine with that version, with those strings, with the melody.
It took three seconds to recognize it.
And waiting for the only piece that speaks Italian and in the midst of the kiss and ac / dc she's out "on you."
And there, wrapped egocentrism of a secondary color.
not looked forward to the day to end.
Just like me now.
