When quiet life last for a period of time, the dream seems to not important. I really want a hand this gentle and life. That for as long as a year of hard trip, a day to see the huge gap between rich and poor, can't imagine shenglisibie, let I to the serene have a kind of crazy of desire. And suddenly one day, think oneself is not broken lines that broken lines of goods. Any experience is useful.
Now I sat in the warm room, and covered with a clean down blankets, thinking of west Africa. Not that kind of want to live to be death, but eat enough have no matter son dry, think so once, it seems I had persistent must go to place, so be despised. Here is the contempt and attention is exactly the opposite.
Also want to listen to the music, see you slowly turn around, hesitate to put his hand is inserted into the pockets, you never turned to me smile.
Although you have never said, but I know you want to make people think you think I around is crazy, and then your heart is there is something want to come with me crazy, but you also can't completely invisible. Your shoes on the mud seal, pull the sleeves of the gray smoke, you look dirty and sexy.
And then I just refuse to yourself, Let your arm is the fine, forever remain in memory of it.