quinta-feira, 18 de junho de 2009

It doesn’t to say.


I needed to say something to you beyond my silly concerns, beyond the wind that came of the east or its new cut of hair. I was quiet; I living in another way without needing to pass for a next life. As the phrase that I said you per the morning: - while not to obtain, pretend! In the last days I discovered that it makes me badly to the love, it makes me to seem dull and leaves me to this terribly weak. I don’t like this, it doesn't wait that I come back behind. You or I,my choice.

ps:trying to write in English

Um comentário:

Mary disse...

"...beyond the wind that came of the east or its new cut of hair."

I say: as they are adorable the nonsenses when one are loving...

;) hehehhee

Xero
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