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I can’t remember. That is the only thing which I would to say. There is no words for the books anymore. Aldo, where are you? I’m looking for you. Show up. Perhaps, the water of our love dried, because my hands are dried. And now, I don’t miss you. I hope that our children born and be happy. Besides, tomorrow the sun will rise. Fucking Sunday.

I can’t remember. That is the only thing which I would to say. There is no words for the books anymore. Aldo, where are you? I’m looking for you. Show up. Perhaps, the water of our love dried, because my hands are dried. And now, I don’t miss you. I hope that our children born and be happy. Besides, tomorrow the sun will rise. Fucking Sunday.

Good Friday, CocoRosie

I once fell in love with you just because the sky turned from gray into blue…

Puta merda, não deixa aqui acabaaaaaaaar! Não, não, não.

Sinto muito, Anonymous. Eu não vejo mais por que continuar alimentando o enantiomorfismo. A moça que construiu ele mudou muito durante esses anos, sabe? Era tão menina quando fora criado. Ao longo do tempo sentidos diferentes foram construídos, porém, hoje, eu não consigo enxergar mais nenhum.

Uma lindeza aqui! Tô fazendo acampamento nesse seu lugarzinho.

Vi amor quando encontrei o seu… Obrigada :’)

todas as coisas precisam de um fim

e o enantiomorfismo chegou ao dele

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