Because laughter is contagious until the wind took the time to reflect on the thousands of circumstances that crowd my mind. Leaving the car at the top, I reached out to spot from above as the cars were little frightened crossing each other, releasing. The view of the slope from Central Mall whatever name you have there. Just search for internal laughter in the air lost between the voices and cries of the people who rushed a brand clothes looked particularly out or a possible . By entering a pan a very tall woman, thin with a little sign if you want to Be like her, enter here . No more than voices, laughter, dressing rooms and the best costumes for executive, glamorous, sensual, gothic, classic or sports. And most importantly, none of that matters. satiety and abstinence in the solitude of this city, fatigue, heart. What becomes deaf, hard and resent it. Walking in symphony with other beings who laugh and argue among ourselves. No names just faces, scented streets of foreign bodies circulating you. You understand that the world makes sense only if required to take. The priority of the most abject circumstances and resurrect you wander, because not enough die into nothingness.
Death is a flat in the quiet and smooth drags the sand runs bridges, cafes, subways and rum and coke making to be numb and not feel bad from time to time.
And the heart does not understand does not need explaining theorems, late to indulge, the heart as you have become real, to be heard in the universe. Surrounded by voices, crosses between units
caustic systems, unconditional nonsense. Caught between dreams submerged in delusions, no escape. Kidnapped. There is more to the moon, the shadow and disappointment. That time he loves eternal dazed between expectation and memory. The search for the event, which will be forgotten and the desire for an unspoilt bay view from afar on a postcard of a cabinet. We are what we all breath the air forgotten in an afternoon. He questioned the millions of puzzles like the universe is armed and I rebelled against them. I'll make a million crazy systems feel our bodies and our minds thunder. This is between the moon and I would say Li Po.
The streets, windows and more windows that watch you from the inside. Go out and find thousands of names from the streets await. You can hear your footsteps on the tiles that ring so that you feel it, you can not say that this city does not have feelings if the floor because you play brama. I'm lost among people without voice, without you, nothing. In this gray afternoon where all the birds can be fire, this city seems to me, and I want to know.
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