(or the guy who sings X)
"Take sweater" he said. And he was right. The cold was almost tangible, and the terminal a haven for the company to wait for the event.
started to crumble the cold walk to the location, we meet all agree, we sit on the grass. Instead of a thousand
The loneliness of cigarettes makes the magic, before and after what will be the only thing that you can tell what will remain in the environment is uncertain and nothing else, almost a rare miedito tickles me.
And no matter the myth, the reverence, the comments easy, the story of a chair, a flag, a microphone that sounds too low.
up there stands the guy who sings love with that old-fashioned magic but we all try to drag up today so that its essence is floating like a strong perfume. It enjoys dancing, laughing, you interact happily with the rest. Babylon hugs me and makes me hungry fraternal warmth of other bodies that would embrace at the time. Maybe fly a song somewhere and catch them with their mouths at the same time. Smile. There
bis and breathe an air of enchantment lost. The guy who sings it gives us good night with a voice-over and says goodbye forever. There was wave. Music was really churning guts. I exhausted my throat for a few seconds and flew over the field going by plane. Hugs
groups, slow withdrawal and smiles to the world's longest night.
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