Dadabadà
makes a cold absurd. One of those cold that makes you say "a cold so I've never heard" .'s raining, as if not more. Looking out the window and see flashing lights that, to join them, Read "Congratulations!" . Written as it becomes less clear due to breath fogs the glass. Breath . In fact, he feels only one in this room today, so quiet. It 's a period a bit 'sad, I say. There are a couple of things that are superimposed on those days. It was so cold that I had never heard that evening. No it was not raining, and the Christmas tree in front of the room he was not decorated. Oh, but the Iron Maiden back to the Gods? Of course it can not be more ... Behold, at that moment, as we talked out there and I noticed that tree, I thought you were beautiful. So, suddenly, I was reminded that time. That horrendous period for both that we were found, one evening. Nothing happened that night and I did not regretted it. We were just hugging, all night. So much heat, but white and harmless, and the next day we were better. Some signal There was also, but nothing happened because it was too early for my vision of things. Then others would have made a different argument to me does not matter. Although it is clear that it was better as it went. You have crowned your dream of love in the end. Not me, though, of course, my certainly could not be called "dream of love." That evening, your dream, seemed to be gone permanently shattered. Although you are beautiful, even though you are a friend of mine, of course you're not my type. I can see someone who gives me crazy, because if I did not go well even then you are right to be told "You do not go well, 96% of the girls!" . That evening, just as the evening a year and a half ago, however, you were beautiful. And when you look back, and I'm thinking a few days, there is no repentance, but rather, I feel a sense of complicity before that last night was certainly not embraced. I wonder if every time you happen to think about it and if you tell him, anyway, I think one thing that united us then and, in a sense, he unites us even now. I notice when I talk about certain things and you light up the eyes. In those moments, I think, or at least I like to think, it happens sometimes to think back to that night. There is this Santa Claus across the street looking at me, in one hand a lot in the other a bell. It 'a lot' dream. Dreams harmless, everyday situations. What really worries me is that in every dream, there is one person that should not be there. The absurd thing, in hindsight, is that in the dream are aware of this. But the thing that is sending me into a beast that is in my dream last night, we were about ten around a table, and she scrawled on a notebook, as if no one saw her. If I do I do, and what I read, and she does not realize is that it says: "Contact. Call me." . Then with a tire begins to clear, for fear of being seen. Well, this thing today is not giving me peace. There is a cold as I had never heard outside. Thoughts, so many, and it's raining. Rain slow and persistent, all around. That Santa Claus the other side of the road, I have to look a certain quizzically because it seems to me: "What can I say I? Look what a beautiful sound ..."
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