... and then there are the evenings that you study all day, and that the online radio spend only sad songs.
the evenings and Lasorella HoneyP if they are on the bed to look in the eyes cut through the darkness from the PC screen, on which glide cartoons politely ignored.
that later the same night in which nobody wants to get out and nobody wants to drink than those 2 or 3 people that I probably should not call.
that later the same evening in which there is the voice that whispers softly of Paul Maronne the 'King roses.
do not understand what's fundamentally wrong in this air so hot and so still.
you do not explain why sometimes you just feel so calm and so stupid.
you do not explain why I have not responded to telephone the night you were in front of my door, and I would not open.
photo .. The Cronicles of Meaux
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