Tuesday is the day that women are never totally alone.
Dedicated to the research question if the answer is that weighs on the heart.
squeezed between days free to anyone, pilates classes to someone else and the fear that
late night arrivals a day. Equal. Again. The
strangled in the crib want to go to sleep, that since the sun goes down - even on Sunday and Tuesday - we do find
awake, ready, wide-eyed and tired, hoping for news that never comes.
0 to 10 and then again.
A good game for all the losers.
And in an effort to tap that of 11 unit waiting for me ... the new Tuesday and Sunday I try to live a less liquid, less hot and sandy, less ready to sweat his dissatisfaction at the pace of a sound that never comes, or almost ...
Yes, because there Sunday and Sunday ...
And there are songs that they played only for me and the sea this summer
sounds perfect which is nice to make love in the waves
and racing fades into a solitude that you hope could take you forever
that you no longer want to go back
not want to let them convince you to smile, speak and think
Belle
when the waves take you away
with your music that shakes the sky
much better
And then you go back on the catwalk and
you back to life
then you wonder if there is
at that passage in the middle
and in all that you feel during your trip
sense that your escape route to the sea to go back again
once dry ...
with others.
with everyone else.
Tuesday to Sunday.
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