I'm used too well, you know the spoiled, slowly loses its taste.
E 'may be all well granted?
The illusion of balance is everything and we fuck.
There are also those days.
Those in which strangely all are friendly, carefree, with a smile that seems sincere.
I'm not sure I like it all.
When there is no one and I do not mind if I have to deal with me.
The fever was so high, on days like this should not surprise me that there is a reptile in me.
I'm interested in the lives of others, to laugh in the face of curiosity, why are poor also, and I like to think it's a game for everyone, As we strive to continue forward, his hands with which we cover my ears there are glimmers that just could not keep closed.
You can amaze, as listening to jovanotti, as even he is surprised, I think, to get to safari.
And now? What do you think?
This is important, let me know what you have in mind, what we do not write more, what you do not say, what I hide on diaries, on virtual pages, written slowly or fast beat.
And blessed Highway
Especially at night
That's when I drive alone I listen to music
And you think you think
And sooner or later arrival
And if you're still asleep I like even more
that wakes you up kiss you and then you asleep
But not right away but only after some
I'm careful but not enough, I have to watch more about me, as it is difficult to maintain clarity,
how easy it is give in to temptation, as I would spy on you when you're gone and know what you think and what, if
I'm there with you, if your pages are white or in color.
The holidays are over.
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