... and his lips decided to forget him. Little whispers at first, screaming in full voice then his ears were convinced. Deaf to feel. But today his immunity wears off, and although he does not listen when he speaks, drifts into the dark pit of your eyes. That pit where they lost a night which was unable to leave because he would not accompany her because he already had his hands full.
exploit no longer smiles on those lips, they just sprout resentful words. Ironic phrases that conceal and reveal, in turn, chills running through his back when he appears on stage.
And he'll notice distant, and he see it lost, wandering around the corners of his mind ... in the distance, gray single woman without an umbrella with rain in his eyes. A gesture hides severe plastic sufficiency today smiling baby face.
Picking up the shreds of her princess dress, she turns her back and walks away ...
" not hear the beating of his own heart "
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