I open my eyes, they are completely confused.
sway until the house 'can not open the fridge, pull out a mysterious Swartz Beer of Monaco, but I decided that without sprite you can not' drink it.
Swing a little 'less dangerous by Dante, through via Volta, entered the shop and I think the two sprites on the ground have made my name on it. € 3.60.
recrossed via Volta, casually greeting a machine that lets me, and I feel very cool just 'cause the car to greet you absently puts off. I feel very "man-who-must-not-ask-anything" when greeting, in a distracted way, a machine that makes me move.
Return home and the stunning '39 echoes from the walls. I open the windows and I let the evening.
I wonder 'why', I continue to think of a girl who barely know. He told me that tomorrow might go to find the Cube. Maybe that's why, 'cause Cube the word on the lips of a girl sounds perfect. And it sounds perfect that tomorrow maybe will pass' to us.
Then the phone rings and there 'current right between me and Fabio. We do not spend too many words. Tomorrow we start 7:45. The cube. Meanwhile, Freddie Mercury reminds me to listen to the madman in "The Prophet Song", a piece so beautiful as unknown. And then and 'now playing the game to find all the answers in the phrases of the songs. Perhaps, until 'Music continues to emanate from the walls, I'll find' answers. But then what answers? Needless to disturb the plural, I'm just one, I just need to know 'cause, girlfriend, I do not know love.
I put up the dough, stepping stone "A day at the races" to the play queue. Stepping stone hit my favorite of the queen from various albums, twice stepping stone "Under pressure" in the original version of "Hot Space", the most 'beautiful strfamosa version of "Greatest Hits".
"Is this real life, is this just fantasy?" And 'reality' or just fancy, he asks me "Bohemian Rhapsody." No sad thoughts like "I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me ', not' in my case, here it takes self-criticism and self-pity.
"So you think you can love me and leave me to die?", Eh, you think you can love me and leave me to die? Almost accusatory, we are talking about sex, then? The "Death on Two Legs" might hit here or not? Or maybe 'cause "Nothing really matters to me," 'cause I care about anything other than two footholds in granite?
I stop in front of this.
"Give me all your love tonight," shouts "Tie Your Mother Down" (continue to grant this customization of the songs). More sex, but then all that matters, though I think that refusing the privilege voluntarily. So, what's missing in you, friend, to spend a night together in my bed?
In contrast, there are many more 'the girls with whom to have sex than those to which I would write a letter. Boh. So what's missing in you, friend, to receive a letter from me?
is entering the evening with all of its quietude. "Look into my eyes and you'll see I'm the only one," sings a beautiful "You Take My Breath Away." "Every time you make a move you destroy my mind, every time you move and I think that I can not resist your erotic charge, but if everything stops there, no letter will have 'your name on it. And the first word of every love letter and 'a name.
(The joke goes on intimate and rather tight, and I realize that 'little appreciable, and it might not even have the sense to publish all these lines .... but we'll see')
"end Hi friend, take me love me forever with you und ... but what the hell life was cold?
"You and I", and also the beautiful unknown "You and I". "Just you and I", what is' the size of two is not right? How many questions, here I guess I have to disturb more 'plural ....
"Can anybody find me somebody to love?" Well, no, come on, no pre-meetings, thank you. It's not 'the case of having to live at all costs. And then the height of thing. The right height for eye contact, if anything. No, his mouth meeting pro-marriage.
Beer + gas is going down 'quickly, in the meantime. And "Under pressure" take dominion of the air. What beautiful. "Why can not we give love that one more chance, but I figured, let's all possibility 'they serve," This is our last dance, This Is Ourselves ", this is us.
Then the elegant "Who wants to live forever" we announced that there 's time for us, that there is no 'place for us. This poignant piece, but the weather there ', even that does not fail. So what's missing? "But touch my tears with your lips, touch my world with your fingertips, touch my world with your fingers. Your fingers are not yet hardened by the granite cube.
friends All that you came into my life, to the tune of "Forever" I want to end the evening trick, a trick no compromise. Not scroller 'page was not up for re-read what I wrote. No compromise leaves the granite.
'Forever' and 'an instrumental piece, that can not' help me with any sentence. But perhaps the answer is them, friends who were all people my life, where the words stop and emotion does not need any letters.
Skip to visit me tomorrow.
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