spotted me a couple of times, seeking the flesh of his lips set between the expression lines that got me from my thirty years in spite of them had not invited to the party .
Then I have not seen her, for some time, and I kept going, going, in blissful ignorance that the guitars of The Clash m'avevano traced, almost fetal.
deep darkness that only some winter afternoons can reach the passenger wiper m'inteneriva the heart, so envious paralyzed and the energetic rhythm of the other: it looked like a time, several winters ago, I watched stretch your legs of Bouchet.
The news of the most remarkable news is that the six are the six.
A scratchy speaker adds seconds.
Wow.
And I have the good sense to take away from this cigarette in front of your eyes, doomed to virginity laziness thunderbolts of the gods who did not for me, I did not electrocuting her.
The head of the seat does not want to talk to me, pretending to sleep, watch out, I'm in the game, I bite my nails and spit out the window, as we slip under the belly of a mountain: the lights dazzled us at regular intervals, yellow roses and exaggerated as a jealous lover.
Suddenly I realize: her light, staring at me, and who knows what, with that eye from sleepless fiery reproach, I will not look down or play hard, and I close one eye, the good one . So all this fog of December m'entra cockpit, reduces the equalizer in a blue filament moving in spasms, while the prospect providentially placed the red light on the dashboard on the tip of my centos and I aspire to that time of death without greed.
light betrayed me, as it is in his nature, and abandoned in this area of \u200b\u200bservice: I lie in fear of the unexpected, with the usual fold, with the eye pointing to the many constellations that nicotine has traced on the roof.
me read them to you, remember? With her finger followed the orbits of my eyes, pressing a bit 'to hurt me, looking at me looking for you right after the flicker, comes over the door of my lips.
By now you're probably already asking where he is, because later to return, how come there's nothing to eat, which made me have to do if your phone when you need not ever take it. A long dark
track unfolds to my feet like the veil of a bride unhappy, wants to be trampled by your steps, but the rhythmic beat of the past.
It is certain that you will find me find me, and go home, and we'll talk a little, and tell him, and who knows how many winter winter before you realize that I was here.
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