"As a child, cut out all the photos on which I could get my hands and pinned to the wall of my room. Vedermele I did not pass before my eyes when I lay on the edge of the river, to mirror . I felt great many strange stories to tell, and I already trusted more than he could carry the current. "
an accordion holds its breath for every moment that is not played. It can breathe only when the player releases the tapes that the lock itself into an embrace of leather.
"There were times when I stopped in the middle of a trail, I released my ankles from shoelaces and slowly crossed the bed of yellow leaves that grew during the fall. If someone had stopped and asked me why I did it, probably would have said: "Out of respect."
E 'a hug like crazy, like all things that you are sincere but they imprison him. I'm afraid when I think that the tool can talk to me, but not with me.
"religious desire to have long hair. I hated to swim in cold days, but I liked the steam droplets that settle on everything. I slid on the bottom, looking at the ceiling, floating and I was wondering feeling would see me waving my hair before my eyes as I imagined happened to the sirens. "
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