I love the summers in the city without the sea.
bites on the neck of the sun and the shadows of the buildings
embroidering the asphalt.
shuttered,
girls on buses that are not matches,
old who go to cemeteries
to measure the graves,
tourists seeking information from the statues of horses
players waiting to leave,
killers in a dressing gown
the balcony listening to Beethoveen,
the grass
reborn wherever there is peace.
The shadows of the stone houses
cool better.
The lady began to sing,
on his face a principle of love
crossed my eyes transfixed by the joyful invitation.
Erection accelerated
the rattle of madness
and pulled her to me as
loneliness
tightens the margin infinite.
blacks
They split the hair and clothes rushed down the stairs. And as I tried
his tongue on my chest broke out within the last
youth turgid hearth.
Thus began our flesh to tremble
kissing everything that came out of the vestiges.
As long as I unbuttoned his belly and put
all that I could ever give. Your e
my pleasure
slipped on the white marble
exaggerated.
should be the chicken flies undone,
and my hole is still lurking under the patch
remember who they are.
But the love I saw in his eyes that beautiful.
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