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Reading qe Bryce found a quote saying,

"April is the cruelest month, porqe
lilac grows land dead, tangled
memory and desire ... "

TS ELIOT

Not wanting to offend TS ELIOT but personally, I think April is the month qe more romantic and poetic of all. Yes it is.

There's even a song titled "April 20" of Celtic:

April 20 ninety
flat Hello, how are you?
Are you surprised that you write?
much time is normal
Well, it was here just
had made me remember
I enter the melancholy
and I had to talk

remember that night
Turmo the cabin?
The laughter that we did before together
today there is almost none of those before
and there have changed,
have changed, YES!

But well, what about you?, Di.
same to you Crios
What you doing with that guy?
hope fun.
I, the truth, as always
I'm still working on the same
music I'm not tired
but I find myself empty

Well, I say goodbye
cool if you answer me,
I hope my words,
clutter your conscience.
Nothing girl, I said,
you soon if we
I continue with my songs
and you follow your dreams ...

hopefully finish hours later this post. porqe, for I have qe fucking go to read family.

Qeri

Kate Playground Free Stream

I just post the video I think adorablísimo, but by introducing a letter from assassin [globalized so-called "mail"] becomes a great random

"Lucia

Hi, I tell you something funny. As you know we all dream every night, but can only remember the dream if you wake up in full sleep, which often does not happen and so we would not dream of. Well, I very rarely me awake during sleep so they are very I remember a few dreams, but last night I awoke in my sleep you appear there, so I said, I have to tell, and tried, in full morning of acordame everything I could. I should write that unfortunately this morning and a large part is I had erased from memory, but what I remember is this:

you and I lived in houses near the area was a bit like middle-class urban fringe of USA 50's (as in The Wonder Years), but with many more trees, as well as the scene starts to the time the day is about to be no longer and the night still is not, certain orange reflections on wooden houses gable that gave all air from very acogerdor and nostalgic. So I leave my house, crossed the street, knock on your door, I will be, go in, we are alone in your house and we start to talk, think and talk for hours, and spend lots of time and suddenly become your parents (in my dream you lived with your dad and your mom) greeting to your mom, your dad gives me his hand and then I realize that my pole had a hole at shoulder height, so I decide to go home and change. ..

and that was the dream, or at least what I remember. I know that does not make much sense but I could not contain the urge to tell you .[...] "