The night sky here's where I want seems to be that which is fantasy but that does not exist. The wind noise sticks his vacuum in the ears and some stars seem already dead. And we have is still in the silent night, when the world seems suspended because people are tired at the foot of a church abandoned by the generation of realistic this time. Become a place of worship for people who spend time doing nothing with other people who do nothing, trying to find a love or a friend or a sexuality that touches or goal or vision of passing time. But none of it does not change the stars who died reincarnated in another solar system in a lot of noise and never actually dies in this dramatic sense of life. Nothing changes the sound of the empty wind carries the smell of others, while the smell of burning summer and the sand could change Diamond and my reflection is that of the other that we discover has this moment of his life. Whether short or long, destitute or wealthy, happy or not. Walking on the tarmac in the dark gray black, with the vision of my white shoes at the bottom of my eye for movement. That is the mark of a life that seeks in the slope of tar which finished with a donkey on the ground in front is marked "slow". The donkey is to enforce it and I avoid going in the lean flat space between the wall and the back. No connection with rebellion, it is a choice among the other as just as slow.
The desire of a beautiful symphonic music to film, poetic melancholy, somber and joyful, to give scale, find the child was and that we have the fears that without basic long-term. Simplify all this in a nice box with iridescent coloring that extends beyond the edges. The innocence that you can only have once in your life, think back in the swing of melancholy beautiful things.
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