oh my how nice! how nice, how nice, how nice! this is the summer of my eighteen years and I decided that all my mental saws should go to hell! What a joy!! I made my eighteen hours of sleep, I woke up and I started to listen to Spice Girls ... :) ... All this sun out, the windows all open and drink tea cold and do nothing! I also bought a nice pair of sunglasses, sandals and a pair of shoes ethnic fantastic! I pulled out all my trunks floral skirts, costumes, dresses, the sun ... Oh God give me! that beautiful vacation, what a beautiful summer! I feel stoned and happy ... I have a wonderful mood!
I do not think there's anything better than this ... among other things, I thought I could not write with a mood so good! never happened! Instead I wrote ... I can not say that it has come out, I'm trying to quit with all that cycle of poems that you have read or heard before. There is an air of great change these days! and even if you do not change shit: it's the summer of my eighteen years ... nothing can stop me from being in good spirits until September! not found!? :)))
ah, how nice ... I have a floral skirt, sunglasses new, the Spice Girls and are beautifully rincitrullita!
this is the last poem! :) With best wishes for a wonderful summer everyone!
night between 6 and 7 June 2008.
Condensate Castle benches,
beg. Think a little, but only
lips. He saw that she laughed
sitting her legs, her: a corridor
mirror, a thousand times again. Even
the mother and the stove, but that night
there was too little time to go
beyond.
Only in certain circumstances. Corresponded
and believed little face clear.
not rained so much to plan. She scandium,
know are always the same verses.
- The future Madame
tantamount to wait for your next sequence of centuries.
- Tomorrow morning at ten.
as she knew it would be delicate, it was
: Right. To postpone indefinitely
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