lounges, there are all kinds.
Pet stays where it remains, begins to love sometimes finds himself relaxing, surprise, gets out of place, breathe, dream, dream, unusual, sad, sleep, kill, die, dozing, waiting, saw .
Salons stalls in which girls have (and sometimes men) more beautiful than mine intimacy, where we engaged, goes, to yield, to submit, submit savored with pleasure, is recovering at soothing fingers, gets lost, runs out, exiled, discharges or emaciated s'aspire but often inspired, dirty, depending.
Funeral services, which among other of our world is just looking for the consolation of a subdued mood, with a light fine and confined, the music sometimes the appointment of an Other, Other , where one finds warmth of the soul, the taste of a better home outside the home as in a cosmopolitanism in which the focus is externalized its walls, where s'envire, where we discuss, debate, carried away, charmed, flies or collapses, dream, whistles, scans, monitors, file, below, to post, forgotten, bed.
Of all the kinds of shows, I think my favorites are the fairs fairs. Book fairs. One can come across so many of those released we admire, we live by proxy-some-times can be and with whom we laugh, cry, kill, die, forgotten, flies, s Adonis, to whom one has given much, against whom much has been thought and yelled orally, which is enriched by monocommuniante transition, to whom we are told duty but who are that should be the Other.
0 comments:
Post a Comment