peperina @ 2004-12-15T07: 47:00
going bold , enjugáte misery.
let us tune the guitars in the sun.
let that beauty converge in your hair.
we no partridges without resignation.
let the wind is no excuse,
and therefore, the words are static.
going to gain us immunity,
and therefore, the hours are fantastic.
going bold, desenfrenáte with my ego.
let the shoe is formality.
let the rest wallow.
going to smoke the peace. Soil
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