Dusk falls and the swallows have stopped flying. Sitting in the studio, watching the planes passed

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Dusk falls and the swallows have stopped flying. Sitting in the studio, watching the planes passed over the mountain of Montjuic, the man has entered the attic of their new world, particularly that carries beyond the realities of everyday. Now days I did not write on the paper. asus The computer has replaced the ink lying on wrist shots, and cut-paste mixture on top of the screen has blurred the art of drawing feelings. Today, however, been released and has rediscovered the pleasure of creating words strung as the grandfather had taught him. With pen in his right hand he writes. "Call again, like every night. Stroll within each avenue a little brain thinks, he has learned to live the senses. Nightmares because I get dizzy, ideas, and gloomy notions. Bit of help me the tricks, magician acts early, hidden realities that obviate the cruelty of that much every part of my body tired. cowardly How ashamed I carried mask stigma, an image of cardboard, worked with his hands weak moral and social disenchantment grips vibrations. deadpan, walks past muddy, but honest jinx who hit the battered conscience without mercy. All this has made the word a lie, visibility of feeling guilt a heavy burden that has plagued foundations, which left the whole soul. jumble And the words of that fight with me, stridently removes those moments under a lamp on a desk, silence again that cruel inquisitor sucks hard. streets again, as I said, but it is true. And your silence me and squeezes wound spits ash where raw and hurt, longing and cook. When you release the skin wind released to me. Shakes every inch of me with you, as you are quiet and I get rid thousand colors that blend in, excited that flirting between Robin turned a flip and dipped a kiss on the lips. Streets while I have tea between hands, how are you thirsty for life and I hope I longed to share a lover, sunset, among the stars. I shut up while I'm questioned, hoping asus also to find yourself at times, having drawn smiles and moans about the sweat of plaer.Com streets every night, now with the mask torn reality asus to the surface and an illusion within the heart. And the words uncluttered. "Finishing the text rests on the back of the wicker chair and looks. Silence has always inspired. Has been one of those fellow travelers tireless, sincere and persistent Interrogation. When night intense black dot where the sun burned blue, looks to the sky and attentive listening. says nothing, and nothing is shelter. background, including acoustic guitar, BB King shells with Van Morrison, the "If You Love Me," with tender cadence. sings Outside the wind and the glass window n'entomen fondling. leaves man attic next to the pen and notebook breathe background. longer wish swallows, thinks.
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