Magdalena eM Chojnacka butla ze szczęściem powinna eksplodować równo o 5:00 nad ranem...
just colour my life with the chaos of trouble...
“There are two ways to reach me: by way of kisses or by way of the imagination. But there is a hierarchy: the kisses alone don’t work.”/Anaïs Nin
wtorek, 2 sierpnia 2011
mmmm
I decided to go out
And breathe in the air I was made for
There were 10.000 greys in the sky
Not a single soul around
Seems no one likes to be rained on
Come and flow wherever it takes you
And on the waterfront I walked
The water was moving so graceful
I felt all of my fears fall away
And I sar down and closed my eyes
The sound on the breeze was my cradle
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