FW293

FW293

Losten Cloistered in the frozen north and exposed a sheet old waiting to roll A light burned in orange tones A warm blanket and forgotten The soul that demands and tolerate the cold electrifying Memory of a loose, unbound and fictional existential, the sound spreads the hot pace of loose- Time to invade I And explore a world without heat hot On cooling, the atmosphere was not the same The ball rolls to a corner A point tilted under the ocean The surface, the interior of the magma escaldan you to explore the jungle and impress the Impressive leisure and not have another way of saying They are words, words hot or very cold as the corpse dark Very cold, frozen forever A dream of a hot spring and a valley, A river without a laugh hope mutilated waiting to find And show that eludes and alludes to build slowly and show only imagine what distance without And with the proper equation discusses the whole question Hot very hot, even scorching sound Guitar that vibrates with a thirst for culture He is born its fruit and more or less astute Resolve the situation without destruction Now existentially stopped, affected by Morbidity of words that convey the silence sur-Ten, who claim to care more Acuid This is to raise the suspicion of the unsaid But effectively transmitted Direction and writing. The whole truth is that there is trust between The thought and action way to find Through the conduct Tricks and maneuvers that generate the actual driver, and finds himself surrendered to the illusion of the word No sense dictates rightly It’s unbelievable But any way have an underlying measure By sheer misfortune of inappropriate See grow and know what to do What a situation lacks any sense of his own description, vision or direction, often di- zemos not what we think and see who is doing it right and learn from others and with signals of equal or similar Or in the form of addition Here is an example of mission Any abstract sense of form unrealistic It was a truth in its totalistic Unit and fragmented nature but united In a world that is similar and as always We have the likeness but not his equal there would be a deep reason and lost in his own alienation, this is a character by way of being And feel the heat coming from the same inside You may like With a painter in a frame as straight as an architect, the absolute reason not final With that on any subjugation Or subversion of the imaginary From a simple reality that went with natural wit and sharpening unimportant, carried by the future that has everything from pure, as the reality of a tough month Unconsciously and considerably exer-tion in its ferocity the experience of a visor-tivated only imagine that when an image Captured here is a desolate time for the attention of Armed fragments Here it joins the conscious to this Invade me to be writing, not clear from Almighty As straight as the lines of a horizon where The sun sets and hides Dipped and asleep He saw himself defeated, but never regret For there to be born again and be as bright as it was the only one, the sun will keep our living Bright and energetic mood is set in motion in which all details are de-scribed only the slightest sensitivity to happen and memorize each word with its meaning and maintained the silence of his patience, a dark foresight, not planned, but mi-norada any non-rational instinct, being that pervades me I’m not He himself built and maintain the pillars as an Achilles, always present in the fictional world In which it stands, without someone to be attentive These spies are my I praise the reputation, the harsh reality, only Heat engines of the locomotive On this trip we do crazy and deep in the tunnel, may not return to see the inside of your so dark with the output of the image and order a light, waiting only for an end What motivates us and drives us And something as an unbreakable force fascináveis as unreliable, difficult to know and never learn It was a web that breaks though, coming back to form a web, and how tough it was an accident in the narration, there was a deep shot that killed him at a young age, the underlying hatred But never indifferent to someone or your mind or any people, so in a way Smart told everyone that we are all in our sum, and that more people will Unlike similar and equal to its original character, in fact there is a puppet of any act and the number that represents a journey Lost in space the letters The art of creating space will own death In any period, the culmination was never the end, dying for us never happens It only happens to those who know us when we die and never know it was a word That was not so simple but ingenious A little sly as a fox who wants to feed a hunger to learn what is immeasurable, and always wants more knowledge, there is the source of longevity, never know what happens, but in the past and given guar-climber and was moved the faith of his riding-ded, and the limits are only the beginning From a cliff A youth of attitude, altitude outweighs any And when we go down and see how much we have achieved In the conquest only to know, be a little more And I never want to lose and all we get to fly At any point where it never fell for that, learn to fly and imagine Everything, but everything is Words Fragments, ideas and thoughts. Deep water so deep The arts of deceiving without alluding to a certain theme The salty air and appears as if by magic The lightness and energy Embebecido sentimental and tender a little Welcome to another addition of a single mo- ment Unmistakable and invincible ever since his victory was always his defeat and how they learned more Just to be a loser of a battle in which more than anything he says and feels the taste of those payment entitlements le slider to whom he gave victory, because we only need to learn to live and learn with everything that we reject.

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