they tell you that a pizza can be a map? Did you ever noticed pads on the shirt when you take away? And your face in the mirror at night?
A pizza has definitely a ride at the head when he puts the tomato. The mozzarella looks like a dry land. In which country is like? However, it is always an island.
If you hugged someone you care about the survey that forms on the shirt is different. It takes three shots with a hot iron to make it again a misty plain.
If you kiss someone who has been thinking all day (no, I do not say she loves you) change your look. The mirror does not know, that does not understand anything about geography.
The woman from the heart to stand by walking the streets of that city, that was not his, was enjoying the spring warmth that caresses the skin, in the case of his going to the sun, and the slight shudder as the Whether in the light gave shade. The heart consumes in standby time. There is no one who tells you though. There is an association of consumers of love that you should not keep their hearts on standby, switching off with the whole rib cage.
He looked around with renewed wonder at the beauty of those places, already seen, but every time again exciting.
was looking for a place to reflect, where they can rest, and finally after a long wander in the small square outside the chaotic swarm of tourists found what he sought. A bench
part sun, part shade.
He went and sat on the side just as the sun, on the other side came a man, his eyes already immersed in reading, before you even sit down.
of where the woman was unable to read what he was capturing the attention and curiosity of the man she was growing up.
She took out the leadership of the city, took a sip of water but did not begin to read because he was distracted by the shouting of kids playing in the courtyard of a school and stopped to follow their travels and their games and if you smiled at same child in the yard of another school in another city. And the man left the reading content.
Then suddenly the woman with the heart in stand-by with the thought came to his neighbor, as we expected something special. He realized that what he had in hand was a map of the city, worn like a pony express. So
stretching his myopic eyes saw in the middle of a map X . X
That was exactly the place where they were sitting.
Because even a bench can be a map when the wood is a bit 'surrendered at the time.
Because if you kiss someone who has thought (no, I do not say she loves you) change your look. The mirror knows better than you, the two had what was better in school.
"I found you," he said.
"Step this way for months on this map because it was all about you, missing only the date." he said while still tore the street consumed.
The look of the woman changed.
Giardi / Amanda or Amanda / Antonio
A pizza has definitely a ride at the head when he puts the tomato. The mozzarella looks like a dry land. In which country is like? However, it is always an island.
If you hugged someone you care about the survey that forms on the shirt is different. It takes three shots with a hot iron to make it again a misty plain.
If you kiss someone who has been thinking all day (no, I do not say she loves you) change your look. The mirror does not know, that does not understand anything about geography.
The woman from the heart to stand by walking the streets of that city, that was not his, was enjoying the spring warmth that caresses the skin, in the case of his going to the sun, and the slight shudder as the Whether in the light gave shade. The heart consumes in standby time. There is no one who tells you though. There is an association of consumers of love that you should not keep their hearts on standby, switching off with the whole rib cage.
He looked around with renewed wonder at the beauty of those places, already seen, but every time again exciting.
was looking for a place to reflect, where they can rest, and finally after a long wander in the small square outside the chaotic swarm of tourists found what he sought. A bench
part sun, part shade.
He went and sat on the side just as the sun, on the other side came a man, his eyes already immersed in reading, before you even sit down.
of where the woman was unable to read what he was capturing the attention and curiosity of the man she was growing up.
She took out the leadership of the city, took a sip of water but did not begin to read because he was distracted by the shouting of kids playing in the courtyard of a school and stopped to follow their travels and their games and if you smiled at same child in the yard of another school in another city. And the man left the reading content.
Then suddenly the woman with the heart in stand-by with the thought came to his neighbor, as we expected something special. He realized that what he had in hand was a map of the city, worn like a pony express. So
stretching his myopic eyes saw in the middle of a map X . X
That was exactly the place where they were sitting.
Because even a bench can be a map when the wood is a bit 'surrendered at the time.
Because if you kiss someone who has thought (no, I do not say she loves you) change your look. The mirror knows better than you, the two had what was better in school.
"I found you," he said.
"Step this way for months on this map because it was all about you, missing only the date." he said while still tore the street consumed.
The look of the woman changed.
Giardi / Amanda or Amanda / Antonio
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