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Hello, hello, hello. This is not a declaration of love, but I openly admit that I produce that rare feeling of love and horrible little girl. Sometimes I feel so selfish, yes, yes, but I would not mind to be with you. In a Scottish blanket for the cold, and something to watch on TV. Eating. I love your name, I think I told you, and I said three more people, but because it is my favorite time of year. This is killing me slowly, and I live all at ease. I love, or I've loved, and it's nice. The terms do not care, or labels, so you know well. I say no more because I have thirst and needs. . This is not a declaration of love, I repeat, is the first of my steps ...
Come "?
Anytime, anywhere,
're my playground love.
And just when I thought a little girl try to sell me something.
Miss, Miss, the guy there says that she loves him.
THAT LOVES YOU, MISS, YOU LOVE.
"What? "Who?"
The boy, miss, by the van there. SAYS HE LOVES YOU!
"Oh by God. "
How about for more strange feeling. Slightly dissociated with reality. Is this really happening? We walked, in fact. Everything is so funny now. Twenty paces later and look who comes running after us. It's the same girl.
MISS! BEYOND THE BOY SAYS HE LOVES YOU!
"Who is it? "The blond curls?"
NO, THE BLACK HAIR, MISS
"Oh, do not know who is" AS MISS YA
"But what I do?".
SAYS YOU ARE INVITED TO THE CINEMA.
"Haha, assume - say that on Saturday."
laughs. I really wanted to buy a cherry soother, nothing more.
I'm not complaining, make no mistake. It was actually fun. ♥ Thanks
Him: You have, hmmm, about three seconds to decide something ...
Me: oh, now.
him: what happens is that, in fact, I'm dying to kiss you because you are pretty ...
Me: "X"
him: if you want, really nothing happens, but if you say yes, tell me yes.
I: ": O"
him: As you probably do not remember, this is for my
I remember one of the last few times I stepped Florentino, an hour ridiculously early, as usual, one of those weekends of my life over the past few years. And How Not To Look inmutarte at all by my brand new red hair when I suddenly saw, or rather I said a "hmm yes it is normal" or "yes, it suits you, and then you left because something was wrong with some wires and amplifiers , or you just came to skewer me, who knows. Or to think it was basically that this night would be a drummer 'outstanding' (which I later learned was you) and it was more stressful than it usually is to play in a place open to the public, with all your friends / acquaintances / not so friends / enemies / total 'x' waiting for the right of the concerts, the better. That day were exactly like Alex Kapranos, you know? with that leather jacket. What I can say!, Re-chu-pe-te. I think it was "it" this time, your new girl name lenses and Frenchy, and I remember that I told my friend how jealous I was to see her, or talking to her ear to tell what the hell then things boyfriends I guess, easy pure filth.
I confused two completely different nights. But it's not my fault, they played too many times (or perhaps very few) in Florentino. What such times.
And if we're not so far as to say
and would like to talk to you,
can you?
Babe, It's Time We Give Something new to try,
Oh, alone we May fight, just so you us be free.
Imagine a waterfront apartment on the fifth floor, just because. And a large white bed with many pillows. I like waking up putting efforts to each tab. You like to annoy me with that, I do not know why. Good morning kisses on the forehead make me blush, you know. I cook the delicacies of our world richer for you. I say that I make the best breakfast of life., And I think for a few seconds. "Honey, shut up and eat." Media
morning. We walked like we cotton shoes, or at least I do. Like, sometimes, the way you dress. Our walking was the most colorful because we were you and me. You and me. With a camera, or a guitar. Or riding bike. Eating candy, or me making me whispering sweet and sexy song that you'd have me up in your legs. You love to see my hands and criticize the color of the glaze if you like, stubborn. My smile with you is nice and warm - my pupils, uf, tender. It's the best in the world for you, and the worst thing for me. You make me want to pick up a guitar and celebrate the myriad Ways That I love you. Even more I like my hands now, but I do not think more than you, dammit.
In fact we have many sunsets and Little Night, but not necessary to describe anything, I'm pretty sure you have them as clear as I am. We never had missed music, you know? Yes, I see it as a Zooey Deschanel and Ben Gibbard. Never enough to be a couple of film, but for a short to the New York streets, bars and whores, and things like that.
Once upon a time, a twisted "free bitch, baby", who lived in a nice, but small city. Yes, she lived in a beautiful city where, to his misfortune, everyone knew - was a nut, half wrapped in a handkerchief.
Every morning, with the nightingale singing in the dawn, she rose and repeated to herself how beautiful and perfect it was his life and everything around her - was one of the biggest lies he liked feed.
Yes, our little "free bitch, baby" managed the topic of the lies and hypocrisy to perfection. There was nothing in the world that he liked better to start a hot conversation about anyone (and by "anyone" include, of course, to their circle of nuclear, the closest friends-of-all-the-life). But worst of all things was not saying, oh no, but his outrageous and irritable voice. Chattering as she alone had the gift (oh yeah, had "one") to make a pack of hyenas sound like a choir of angels (as compared to their cries and howls, anything). She was all crying, nothing glamorous (much to his regret, of course).
But if so it is not easy, no no no. Our "free bitch, baby" over his life, has paid a heavy price for being a little fame monster (which has nothing famous), all on account of all actions, all.
Oh, poor "free bitch, baby", who once said that "there were hundreds of men at sea", sorry, "thousands of fish in the sea", and not worth it to get bad by any them. What the fate of cod disastrous for our little princess, or will her poor little discretion to blame for all misfortune? It seems that one ever ever ever will reap what you sow, and more turns of life, the karma will take care to give you a bad rotten romance if you deserve it. And, my dear, you do the Americas (every).
"Why is it nicer to walk when you're in love?"
Because it's nice to walk when you're in love.
I still believe in him (not tell rabid love)
and wind leaves dance and fall
while toward evening on the boardwalk.
A dragees:
After months without, well, "write", I come again. Much has happened since the last time I felt the real need ... to do so. And not for lack of goods and / or people who have (believe me, I've got plenty), but partly out of sheer laziness, carelessness, laziness, carelessness, or whatever you call it. Time also, I suppose, although a minimum percentage. If this were a confession, would have to admit I did not write because he had not the slightest anxiety writer required for, like, telling a short paragraph short (very pintón, of course). It was never my intention that this absence is prolonged so blatantly in time (as indeed happened).
back.
And we'll see.