Any obsession is right that is crowned by an event that celebrates the final obstinacy and the insistent repetition over time. Each
obsession should have.
Often I also feel my struggle and seek the path occurrence of events:
all the countless faces of stone, leaves, tree trunks, moss, molds, bones, decompositions, the vagaries of the world that I have collected inside I shake in a tumult and shouting them out, give him a place right at the end, and commemorative monument worthy of our past lives together in harmony.
caressed and kissed so long cultivated and jealously guarded me wonder silent as to whether there are works that celebrate worthily seal their vital importance.
And I say, "yeah, yeah, be patient, will the dream that we will say you are beautiful stopped, the game will not do less than any player, that will gather everyone together in the play" But
I say this as my arms become tired and your mind is that all you can imagine is always too little.
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