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Good morning.
My lady, I'm here, I'm sitting, I'm sorry, I'm a busy time, but you know,
I have to tell you, I told you I did. Vabeh, nothing is
definitive, maybe tomorrow I thought that... ah true, yes, then tomorrow I have a date with someone
to which I said the house will be free because in the meantime I knew that
they resume the regular rhythms of the life of the separated, so Son and Daughter if
they go to the father and I want to work tomorrow night maybe not work because
to someone I said it's okay, and shamefully in a chat I said yes,
that I, too, and has resumed to whirl inside me something that resembles
a green vortex and then I told him yes, maybe come home with me.
Of course it wasn't
programmed.
programmed.
I'm so sorry.
Someone knows nothing about me and there is no need to know and frankly, not
I think he cares a lot. But you know what it is: it was all so easy, so damn easy...
Someone knows nothing about me and there is no need to know and frankly, not
I think he cares a lot. But you know what it is: it was all so easy, so damn easy...
But he said something.things and some wrote about it a long time ago, and I read them,
know something more, but so much you know, what you want to know or discover on the net that
no more than marginal: playing with words is a game well known to
us.
I mean,
Tell her tomorrow at 18.00 we have a date, and I will ride with my blue bike and
I already know that I will be granitic, with my persistent tendency to ignore
reason, my determination to move forward in searching my area
dis-comfort or this unpredictable future, and who cares about my lady,
I’m great, I don’t owe anyone, summer is not over yet, I know
exactly what he wants, and I don't understand what I want,
terror of having an unknown and the joy that can bring me
lock a door, enter into the reconditional parts of a man, who are so
beautiful men who like me when they make love and lose control
of the breath and fall upon me and show naked, in the naked soul for only one
second, before running. Quietly.
Tell her tomorrow at 18.00 we have a date, and I will ride with my blue bike and
I already know that I will be granitic, with my persistent tendency to ignore
reason, my determination to move forward in searching my area
dis-comfort or this unpredictable future, and who cares about my lady,
I’m great, I don’t owe anyone, summer is not over yet, I know
exactly what he wants, and I don't understand what I want,
terror of having an unknown and the joy that can bring me
lock a door, enter into the reconditional parts of a man, who are so
beautiful men who like me when they make love and lose control
of the breath and fall upon me and show naked, in the naked soul for only one
second, before running. Quietly.
What then, I want
Say, maybe he sees me coming and hiding behind a group of people. Maybe.
He's tired. He knows how men are.
Say, maybe he sees me coming and hiding behind a group of people. Maybe.
He's tired. He knows how men are.
Oh, no? Yeah.
Well, trust me.
My judgment, my lady, trust me.
My judgment, my lady, trust me.
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