saw her go through a giant umbrella on the other side while all the water from the sky fell on him Bogota. Poli de Zoé thought (because it-and-no-le-ca-bi-a-du-da that she was his ideal girl and did not want to let go of the past without making it part of their present).
Al sigh took the whole bottom of the lungs the air in continuous cycle of indifference and skepticism. He saw the disorganized wind your hair wavy red and yellow overtones. He thought of his writing, walking - the cadence of her wide hips and mare - the smell that was left on his pillow, the sound of his voice singing beautiful songs in the bathroom, the color that the sun gave to his eyes in the afternoon.
Al sigh took the whole bottom of the lungs the air in continuous cycle of indifference and skepticism. He saw the disorganized wind your hair wavy red and yellow overtones. He thought of his writing, walking - the cadence of her wide hips and mare - the smell that was left on his pillow, the sound of his voice singing beautiful songs in the bathroom, the color that the sun gave to his eyes in the afternoon.
could not pass up - not this time - not going to afford it. It would be like letting the empty taxi will pass by the front without at least raising the arm, and let Poli became their song.
went out to meet him.
Shouted his name.
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