What will never look at the bottom of a glass?" I get up, drink the last sip of juice and we looked inside and the liquid from the stain . And I look over, look through the glass and the glass of the airport and, later, that the window of my house. will meet the same stars that you watch? Using the glass as a telescope. What will be the plane? It has too much importance. I count the time. I wonder what you're thinking. I care more than you think, even when a little 'I hate you, even when say bullshit. Your secret is to convince the world that you can go ahead without a button and the same groove on the red carpet.
Charlotte has folded his black fur in a box or a suitcase. I do not even know. He must have bent with care, not too much, and then threw a bit 'so, in bulk, including clothing and shoe collection, because it's his style. The evening was set aside for more mundane, between the tears of the certainties that are mixed with those doubts. And to our own. I must send down heavy sobs, to revive the heartburn and lump in my throat.
Charlotte sometimes take the chance.
Charlotte sometime so, clenched teeth and fists clenched even with tears in his eyes, while still growing a bit '.
It 's a tough, Charlotte, often, not just sometimes. She cries only when she decides.
We are people with brain empty and broken for some time, are the ones who can not say it well: "I'll miss you." No, at least not in the right ways. Not that much use. And then you know. He knows he is important that opportunities are taken on a flight last breath of emotion. He knows that waiting for the painter in love, you know that Pindar will talk again in his stories and the Agatha will close even if it is far away.
cry a little 'wet all without a single tear the world who watches us. Smile, the lines between the vetriolo che non fanno male, ma che ci potremmo risparmiare, ma è una valvola di sfogo.
Charlotte è un po' il collante. Adesso è il tempo dell'ognuno per sè, perché sappiamo di averne bisogno, anche se non ci farà bene.
O forse ci scalderemo l'un l'altro nell'attesa, un po' ci spero.
Aspetteremo la farfalla. La ragazza col pellicciotto nero ha risvoltato il capo e ne farà seta d'oriente. Un guscio perfetto di seta viva, mentre i pensieri volano lenti, più in alto di lei. I mesi passeranno in fretta. Ci saranno scossoni. Sarà dura. Passerà, saremo forti... ce la metteremo tutta almeno. Charlotte salderà i palmi e conquisterà nuovi orizzonti. Lei ce la fa, noi ci arrangeremo, see girl, so smile. Pindar
a little 'cry, girl you know? Pindar, too, sometime crying. That binds us sometime a bit '. But I do not want you to know that Pindar sometimes crying, you know? Pindar would be hard with clenched teeth and fists clenched. But you have your furry fighter and black pencil for eye makeup, I dress up the smiles and dreams. Sooner or later, sooner or later ... Meanwhile, think you, you you've got the right weapons, you do not have all the answers, ask questions but you know his face from her ass. Pindar
the dream is known to adapt. I have learned. I'll try not to destroy everything, to keep everything warm.
I'll miss you.
But the hours fly and you already gain time and a little 'lose it, that time - after all we know really - always goes too fast and sometimes does not give us a truce or breath to enjoy things.
Chase the day like a sweet night.
We all await the butterfly. Come back soon.
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