At the end of the coffee I'm done.
alone.
I turned off the lights outside, who needs more.
I removed the CD Lorenzo, she likes so much.
I removed the gray pants, the ones that excite.
The beard made me I am not at all.
The gel will accompany me to bed. The messenger can return
visible, no one would interrupt me.
I removed the cushions from the sun lounger, which is watering the lawn tonight. I turned off
the phone, now no longer call.
mad and basking.
yet told me he would pass.
will be an unexpected success, or just a normal.
These stories are sometimes so clandestine transgressions, as disappointing.
I like to break the mold though.
If you can not even come and tell me, so be it. Without
paranoia.
Just as would happen if I came here.
to stop the flow of sweet boredom alone.
With that hint of instability, which carry with you. What
but I really like that always makes me excited.
Although I have not seen.
Although nothing would have happened if I been here.
But this is nice to live here but to be on another planet.
And stay positive.
I'll make a glass of milk.
I lose in its pale color, which makes me think of you.
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