I’ve hardly
discovered that I’m alone; maybe inside an island which I don’t know its banks. I
would had fought some years ago but I’ll drink a daiquiri under the shadow that
a seductive palm tree.
The first
image, this morning, has been a hard man scanned the best moment to hit me. Ok,
I knew this situation although I'd seen with a Machiavellian sight. He hasn’t
believed because I’m a wild and filth being.
Later, I’ve drunk a pint with the
same easy sounds rang out guilties and remote controlled people.
My house would be my last shelter; no, not now, an e-mail reminded me that I’m in
the middle of people who made mistakes. The analysts don’t love us.
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