Delicata, in spite of his physical. Sweet, like a snowfall of powdered sugar on a warm caprese. He had no desire to judge always with a smile severe, had only one wish to hear the ballad of a heavy silence ...
Electra began to admit the desire and the need for a common peace of the old slow paced on ticking metronome, and he knew that sooner or later would have had to lower the barricades built with the illusion of being safe from people and made unwelcome. The
was still difficult, however, block the flow of a frantic ego which required movement at all costs to not stop and look at the huge void that harbored in with discrete nonchalance.
She looked in the mirror and s' have noticed the look out for some more line that formed the ideal staff for a new groove ...
smiled spinning on itself and went into the room to frame the beautiful pencil portrait of "The usual suspects" that his friend Coop had given her the night before.
The smell is the same, always. The music and thoughts have a smell, smooth the rough notes of vanilla with cinnamon; the smell of that they are no longer but I want to be; the smell of yellowed pages, poems and fast combinations of colors that give the illusion of serenity, a day the smell of the sea and a biting tone, crying softly to soothe the longing of a season that never comes back; The smell of red enamel set with care, sweat, my favorite color-green, the phone rings unexpectedly, a friend who will amaze you with a smile, listening to the tango- imagined and danced. The smell, which revolves around ...
It 'incredible to be able to "hear" the chain of synaesthesia fascinating multi-sensorial triggered by the harmonic melodies of some sounds.
Every time he played and sang this beautiful song from the eminently Naples, Electra had a chill that runs through the body, creating a vague sense of sadistic pleasure, his eyes half closed, mouth slightly into a smile touched a pose, his back never completely straight, fingers gently curled over the old black and ivory keyboard gave it a movement that suggests the ecstatic feeling of being part of a world, his own, he sought another world outside of the energy but without serious troubles.
He always had the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing a little 'mimosa "...
Femmene capricious is that of int'o tiempo cherries look 'and vase.
Femmene special cu 'na sempe life equally, and c'accire s'arrecrea, but understood AJE staje facenno bad about me?
Femmene intriguing, ca 'prumesse makes it a lot and was s'annascunne comme' nu robber.
Femmene addirosa ca 'Quann pienza to do' the bride goes all cuglienn cient and a thousand 'and roses.
Femmene buciarda, ca 'dint'all'uocchie suoje if he loses.
Feeling Femmene mimosa gave her courage made her feel strong and confident. It was as mask during the carnival of the soul that needed to replace the chaos of pre-established order of reality.