the river road, with steps on Sunday. Slow nosy.
in his jacket pocket, I find a pack of cigarettes. I turn one to take away the cold, but I get dizzy, and my steps become slower. Less nosy.
carrousel in the tail of two goths to urge them in turn. I, while waiting for the green light monkey. I try to take your hand and turning that is until I realize that you do not come. I still dizzy.
I get to your first memory but already deleted. The river is long. At the second bridge, without thinking, I try to hold your hand. It is up to turn around and remember that as I step on the last bridge. People eat cakes
with wine, take photos of the boats, the Napoleonic N columns. There are two or three, they run to the note were not cold. I go through the steps on Sunday. Ice cream, without destination. I light another cigarette
, and not by climate. They fascinate me dizzy. In the third bridge drives me to play loud. To avoid losing custom to fall back on trying to hold your hand. Three and treintaicuatro missing.
prefer not to continue along the river. " Came by chance to the Pantheon, burial of all the French major, no matter how large or small. Already entered in expenses I rub the tomb of Dumas, Victor Hugo, so I hit something even if this rotten. I leave there
St. Genevieve instructed that if he could with Attila the Hun, can with it. Return to the River. In the first bridge to step back, try to take your hand, desperate to get into my meter does not get you where you've never been. Genevieve
went to war not good for the lonely.
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