It must have been the scene of last night in meters; scene from other places and other times ...
An old man, a trumpet, a jazz arranging at the time a tube packed with bored faces and heavy breaths ...
A young woman, pretty, crystalline eyes and a look lighter.
Their faces are crossed and the eyes remain for a bit ', the one in what's more: a duet between the broad smile and sunny and the syncopated music man, and clean look and the slight smile of the woman I hoped would last forever. One last smile and a kiss for a dime, never forget their
To leave a part of my life, and 'seemed to be able to hope for something better from our time.
Better than having to die and do not even understand why.
To leave a part of my life, and 'seemed to be able to hope for something better from our time.
Better than having to die and do not even understand why.
This morning my stomach still protesting, and continues to do so, quite clear and firm.
But I'm happy
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