blows, as the spine of each book is covered in dust and nothing remains to be reissued in my garage my friend ... the fall from the roof leaks and shifted the walls to return to its original place as a major vector. The water does not accumulate, is reused over and over again, and nothing is filtered from my past to bother this supposedly nonexistent tense: present perfect = "a day ..."
A mouth another mouth shut and swallow the past is forgotten, we live today. I told you when my life began, is not it darling?
I think this summarises All That I wrote before (you'll Have to translate it):
Every time I breathe by your side my lungs are cleared of sadness .
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