duminică, 2 ianuarie 2011

To be really happy.

I ask only one patch of sky free. And have time to go.Rather than belittle me. The nature of iron. I would be rusty by now. But I go over the fire water,dust and smoke. He remained a bit of magic.
And who knows? Maybe it will finally start-me showing me,my dreams are hit tomorrow.

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