The voice of the night ... The voice of the night and 'silence broken by the sound of cars passing by.
The voice of the night and 'a manhole that wobbles, a scooter that goes zigzagging under the house.
and 'the whispers of the people under your window, that laugh, talk, tell you, heedless of the dark and the people who already' dreams.
The voice of the night and ' strong drive through the deserted streets lit up with flashes of orange.
It 's a series of songs that the shuffle of the CD gives you an emotion tied to each, a smile that verse forgotten.
E 'hookah' vanilla, smoked and chatted.
The voice of the night and 'waiting for someone about to arrive.
's the thought that instead send to those who will come' , but you wanted here. Would his hands and his breath , would like to learn to acknowledge his change of emotion without speaking.
intense and sensual kiss ever given ...
But tonight does not matter.
Tonight my smile and I give myself the placebo made of blood and breath, while you ... you're missing without knowing it.
Maybe one day meet you again '. O
I lose 'even I, who knows ' ...
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