We are the story, no one will feel offended, we are this lawn needles under the bright sky. We are history, attention, no one is excluded. The story is us, us these waves in the sea, this noise that breaks the silence, this silence so hard to chew. And then you say, "All are equal, all steal the same way. " But it is just a way to convince you to stay cooped up in the house when the night comes. But the story does not really stops in front of a doorway, the story gets inside the rooms, burns, the story gives and gives wrong reason. The story is us, we who write letters, we who have everything to win, everything to lose. And then the people, (because it is the people who make history) when it comes to choosing and go, you find them all with the eyes open, who know very well what to do. Those who have read millions of books and those who can not even speak, and it is for this reason that the story gives the chills, because no one can stop it. The story is us, us fathers and sons, we are, hello beautiful, that we leave. The story has no hiding places, the story does not pass the hand. The story is us, us this dish of wheat.
Posted on: Thu, 26 Sep 2013 19:12:09 +0000
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