music to listen to while reading
The brightness of your smile, obscures the dream, of love, shades of life and goblins am spitting mad the little well of dreams.
Where were you, Love, it was sad and rain dampened my wings and spring dead tired, no revolutions engendered.
No peace, no peace!
The moon is a mailbox for complaints that dogs taken by assault idiots to eat in portions.
A magician, a policeman, a banker and an acrobat juggling to make ends meet and the secret is in the bottom of the glass.
gotta love!
No peace, no peace!
Since its turret pointing to the blind man's sanity, there is no chance to live, no peace, only locks, red, and hearts burned, but no. Dreams sprout like blind birds blame for the traffic lights and taxis hooting pregnant. Ruge
morning all the paths lead to (your a) Rome.
My mood is tied to your smile vestal.
A ball of light seduces alienated my mornings while I kiss the picture of your absence in my knees.
I feel, I feel and shine of your smile, obscures the dream, of love, shades of life.
