Last night I left that people who were with me a little ahead of me along the path that brought us back on the highway. For a moment I had, my only, the green hills, dark and silent, on my right, the sea, just below, mumbling, too dark, to the left. The slope of rocks and my dancers volitional as hiking boots. Close to the new jacket, bought recently for its beautiful cover, which in my head knows nostalgia, the nostalgia of the wonderful lining inside the jacket that I keep anonymous on the shoulders or head when it rains on me ... And many, many stars above, those who suddenly find out, just take your eyes off the dark and uncertain steps. The sky streaked with just a milky whiteness but the wagon, what I saw, I admit it forever!
I think you say it, but do not see anything! Someone teased me by far, more on the way up.
indicate
I love those who do not know and I can not hardly ever .
Then, for the handful of stars, it sometimes happens that we will gladly my eyes. Come to think, even for accounting for silent and confused the flashes of fireflies. What are the first to call the summer. One of the memories and the bright light that will come.
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