festive evening
curious as those skies filled with joy at the slightest detour
s'embrument
moon the crowd in the beer and all the tables
incongruous
conversations that end with sincere smiles when
body endless
to inadvertently snap it yet again
me
yet the end of a cycle
still early yet rollercoaster
whether calgary
this time that faith m'atomise
I climb and rough roads with complete futility
and I can not do anything
perhaps this time a joy
incongruous backdrop of sky
on travel willingly
mode anniversary
generate me a new life on the bottom of
impossible man
provided at the end there
the flame that never dies
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
Philips Tv Card 7130 Hl Window Xp
surprise
evening ink across the world so
qu'alentour by the influx of images is
manufactures sequences
trucks to cross the hours waiting ...
and garage suddenly capsized in the light where the stars
s'étoilent on the sheets
when you cross me and I blink
mouth on fire on your asphalt
when our lips are lining up to cross our paths
of contraband and the winters
troubled highway
who go and return
finally arrive at his destination
I eat even your eyes
this traffic chills impromptu
I keep the smell of your skin on my cheeks I
all your high tide in the belly when you
'm leaving d other latitudes
and desire that swelled up my mouth
s'épivarde words to the desert where
you leave me open vertigo
we still
we will fire
we fire
evening ink across the world so
qu'alentour by the influx of images is
manufactures sequences
trucks to cross the hours waiting ...
and garage suddenly capsized in the light where the stars
s'étoilent on the sheets
when you cross me and I blink
mouth on fire on your asphalt
when our lips are lining up to cross our paths
of contraband and the winters
troubled highway
who go and return
finally arrive at his destination
I eat even your eyes
this traffic chills impromptu
I keep the smell of your skin on my cheeks I
all your high tide in the belly when you
'm leaving d other latitudes
and desire that swelled up my mouth
s'épivarde words to the desert where
you leave me open vertigo
we still
we will fire
we fire
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Waxing For Men Bangkok
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