place a post. Today I want to write, to be with you. There are many words backward, which perhaps never recover. There are no photos, dispersed on machines that have swallowed the spit, and maybe one day. we try to be creative, please. There are two giornatone of filming done, unfinished, tiring, projected onto the future. we went through a day at the office and another at the bar. played and sung, and even then many other verbs.
Saturday arriving at other times, there's the bus stops, the benches, buildings. comes the sunset with him and old dreams and new journeys. maybe we're all a little tired, but our master blog tells us to "look forward, look ahead. think of the beauty of looking at, to read again, to reinvent ourselves. think of a big screen and magic, and our stories and our ideas and our visions that we run on. is not a magic?'ve always seen pictures of others who lived the stories of others, dreamed the dreams of others. now it's our turn. it's the turn of our little dreams of light and passion . so we said our master blog. tells us, and so passes, but does not close.
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