A sun that way.
shameless, absolutely loving.
in a corner of this morning all of gold, close my eyes and breathe away the thoughts.
A sun that has the power to make it look like so many things right, I think.
The things that we are all, as they are.
Such is right, that suddenly the other, all those who are not there, come to see me, accompanied by the hand from that kind of nostalgia.
What a beautiful sun, I do.
not look good in ourselves, here, with you? creep.
So, I admit, I get one stab at why I'd got used to it but no.
Maybe it's okay, do not commit in defense, I do not know.
But really this sun here, finally, not content to take the sky to celebrate the city, to release people from their dens.
wants to play.
I said okay, you see, just because you're here.
Then shut up for a while, 'but I know that it can not resist and asked me shortly after news of who is not there.
