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arrive un jour à l'Humanité inverser entropy ...

Claudia: cone at the end because I think if happiness is not organized probably means that does not exist!
Laura: happiness is a warm blanket and sob when it's all past
Claudia: just as a blanket is always infeltritanon you think?
Laura:
but not only that we know exists in a form that does not really exist
Claudia: no cone
I believe that if you always try to say that there is fundamental

Laura: used to think that there is a house with children and a dog, but there is a homeless man who is also under the underpass care
Claudia: if the wheels means that there is no happiness


but it is not pessimism is that if you think about it
everything you do for her is happiness
Laura: and then there
Claudia: no

I like when you are quiet, because you are as absent,
hear me from far away, but my voice does not touch you.
seems as if your eyes are flown
away and is like a kiss if you shut your mouth.
all things are full of my soul, but you
emerge from them, filled with my soul.
butterfly dream, like my soul
and, at times, looks like the word melancholy.
I like when you are quiet, when he seems distant.
and seem to complain Tubantia butterfly.
and hear me from far away, but my voice does not arrive:
let your silence is my silence itself.
let your silence fills my talk,
shiny, like a flame, and as simple as a ring.
you're like the silent night and starry.
from the stars is your silence, so far, and simple.
I like when you are quiet, because you're as absent.
distant and painful, as if I were dead.
then just a smile, one word is enough.
and I'm glad this is not true.

there are times when it would be appropriate to say ... do ... decide things that never were said-without-decided. every action has a reaction.
time moves along a straight line from point A to point B. the direction is unique: the weather is reversed, no going back. and perhaps all the more beautiful and incredibly well.
the second law of thermodynamics is not reversible.
entropy, the degree of disorder and chaos of the universe by human actions, is not reversible.
and even that on the floor of my room.
the last question, I prefer to bury the bottom of my glass of wine ...

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