To compare the mother sea against a bubble and against all of her foam. To even talk about the sand and ice of the dark seas of nebulae. To confess the curative effects of beer on my feelings about my reasons to be. If there is one, and about my performance or my lack of. To tell my love I’m still in love and always will be, normal interruptions in between. This blog is for
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viernes, 12 de febrero de 2016
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Where to go? Light's green But where to go? My way is free But I don't know I'm drawing With my steps An invitation For you to come May be we can meet And draw with our steps In the streets and corridors Another picture of love To Elia VABM Feb 12, 2016
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