FW220

FW220

Started here I be. what questions, forward undeterred, here’s a face that pursues me. Does happens and then reborn to live and feel. Demagoguery and illusions, lives what you can’t see. Because this is the only way you’ll make progress, stand up and says. I want to be what I am, I’m me. Being that I went and the face that will be. I will be as I imagine. As far as I Chase I will tell you. Faces me and deliver me. Finally is yet to begin. Everything that I thought. Beware of that being that pursues and the end of the day is your friend. No more regret for this moment. Reached the end of torment, he touched me and I muttered: are you there? It is now the end of the principle that I will report here. For now I say: enough, come up to me and has me to win. Face me you transform yourself. Possess me! Thou shalt be for last time my odor. Yes, you will leave. Do not show me saddened by your departure. In fact I am looking forward to your trip. Ide as well as vieste, part as you. You do not want to, more are a hulking misfortune. Your presence is an affront. I know that for you, never won, just missed. Are as cigarette smoking friend. Part and go, go going that on arrival will not be there. As you said, emano your odor that just go … Won another flavor and scent. Maybe you do not know or have in mind what provocas. Since I know you keep in a few years. Enough for now here jaze will continue with you. I’m going to moan initially thought your presence, but by smaller evils auspices. Are subject and I create our link, however dismal and illusory pleasure for living conditions a bit weak. Dare by deprivation. Because this is the only way to be light and natural, and it feeds me. Cool, calm, warm and harmonious will the compensation The Natural wind that runs like the time always in order with its North. Bafejado air currents against us are storms that in face, nothing more natural that the smoke from the air. In that we find in nature outside and inside the harmony of being free of currents. Flowers, grows and forms a sediment release root itself. Non-dubious wills of our meeting is the very pink of the times of desert sands that are establishing the reason. The go-if releasing human, aka image to the intimate relationship that is in away. We are different, I am organic and natural you are artificial and synthetic and hence not exprimas without me. Without the Act that will neutralize you will make me happy. I’ll open the door for you to speak with me. But I’ll leave it open to leaving soon after. Face you are aware of your spread, you are eating me the patience of unrest. Are and you will be of little importance. We all have these stupid stages, it’s usually as a child. But if we say in adults to free the child that we have in us, that is why I also had with you a bad phase. Go back to tranquility. You can go that I lock the door. Know well because vieste but also know where you have to manage. The chasm is wide, wider the thought of you drop. Runs away, without me, encloses you and explode. Since the first day that your Word has been my phrase, but not the tales with me when the next tell me, Hello, I’m here, but surely your trip will be a return to hard reality but harmonious so that it would invade, what have we? So only your Word, which is a bye. And vieste going, away from … Was the last time … longing to leave. The tear fell and erased the cry. The rope tightens to me, is not the same that chokes me. The neck node, attached by a wire. Estrangulas choke the mind and consciousness. What proporcionas is dying a slow death of rejuvenate and walking this way and talk as we have been doing. Will never erase the pain acutely that of a laminated swoop cut the raucous live. At the top of the heart-wrenching blow memory and ghostly. Was your dichotomous presence between being and not being. Life travelled in photographic moments that all stores and in an instant if it turns out. Because you live in me out of me. Erases your destiny and lives the part. This timeless feel spilling over the following moments. How to fly without leaving the place. This moment that does not stop because you breathe and you can never stop, what makes you breathe. Live is as strong as the urge to breathe. However only breathe is not live. When you leave you live not paraste breathing. That is why it that what emerges is a helpless image. Without limits or consequences, to the next step. This emerges from us be another every time sweeps us what we truly are, this illusion of the cliff is self-flagellation to live while we are alive, what moves us is this nature that involves us and constantly only distracts us, I mean that all the absorption of the moment is mere-elusive mind as nature reflects all frames at random and supremely over each

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