I have a story to tell
if you like me good, if you hate me perfect.
duminică, 2 ianuarie 2011
Never leave,just stay.
You know what I dreamed last night? At the hour of sleep when dreams are ripe. You were not a women, me neither man. But two violins. Why is not it strange? And we just loved. As in Bach's concert twice.
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