Clash, run, walk,stopp,stopppppppppppp, oh not, not, slowly, wake up: she'ssssssss, here, now, no, not, write, dance faster than ever; it won't stop.
Oh yes! I'd like where she will go, no, not too dark history about that sea; have you need to discover where?, when? I'd have to have un apartment
Why?, you're...;
slice, dance, run, jump; ehre, how do you do?, how do you go?; your last kid it was hard, extremely sad; oh, come back, oh she'll draw you, not me, oh, not!
finally Do you need!.... what? what?
She's arrived shiny and fascinating, but Van Morrison's time had begun, in front of Liffey river; those images left the Vicent's Gallery, near that nice and minimalist bar where I'd dreamt to know Mulligan; now, pounds or euros criminalize that large window. She, smartly dressed, had illuminated that unforeseaeable street.
Where went she out?
A river and "Precious time" and a body without weight, fifteen steps here, in front of sailor, he casted off; now, the sails, goodbye, native land, thirty times, oh yes, mermaid guides them, please, they're so weak, are you seen their eyes sockets, How many tears are there?. coward wind, where are your strength?
What do fucking waves want?
Now I belong to the Who, perhaps someone punishes me, when that wonderful man sent me these songs. Will it be possible tomorrow
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