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Walking London's a whole different flavor when I hear your feet together. Lazy

Walking London has a whole different flavor when I hear your feet together.

the need to stay close was present, the city so vast and cumbersome in their lives, now it was a surreal scene, wandering aimlessly had always been its a little truth, rarely happened to share it, never had been much appreciated.

She was leaning a bit 'too much in his world, too fast, bringing inspiration and poetry at the same time, could not be removed.

The vastness of the stage made it very small, and the stage she's well acquainted with the stages, but had always had reasonable measures, now was a dancer in a stage too big, his eyes ran down the edge of the city with the same enthusiasm of a child, without fear or dread, serene and strong, more than him.

narrow path, maybe the wind, or just a touch, a gesture, a presence that was there, only to be neighbors would not be enough.

The sun made the river dropping more importantly, its last rays on the faceted surface crepe shaken by the wind he saw them reflected, as they crossed the bridge.

talking and talking, walking, I could do forever, without anything, without a half without a reason.

moments like these and how others will remain with them, little things beautiful, unforgettable and magnificent, the wind, the river, his feet together.

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Some time ago we talked choices.
The temptation today is in the form of a princess from the white legs, slip a thin layer of silk and a black skirt covered wide hips and inviting. I will not elaborate on his shoulders, face and round, to be perfectly fit the palm of the hands of a man. A face of an angel, eyes underlined by a black pencil as his thick hair falling down, with large falls in ringlets, a long neck and slender.
hard, really hard to take my eyes off him, especially after our eyes are crossed in a moment too long to be honest.

not speak to you then the blonde short-haired, heels, and sit in the same carriage that was provocative and that intersection every day in the department. Let's pretend to ignore.

I read my book without being able to concentrate on the words. The Princess pulls out a bag of Naples yellow (dark) make up a set of deep pink Hello Kitty and focuses on his lips. I think a lot of femininity put together I have not seen ever before. Wobble.

I watch. Do not look at it. I do the two things together. Pat the book that was given to me by B. and I think her skin and made to laugh together. The two women seem to expect the metro, but the woman that I have not waiting for my pitch, I love the woman who anticipates my wishes. Always. Always? Perhaps the princess would be the same thing, but probably not ...

Choices, slut whore, the choices! Closing roads to access other. But then what?

not get up more eyes and think of what I've changed over the years. I sought advice from friends and heard , tranquility in looking back, the discipline to follow their own choices. Exactly.
off the train and (perhaps for the first time in my life) I'm not around to cast a last glance back seducer.

Fear not pass before long. But that's okay. The choices involve suffering, almost by definition, but also these same choices that define us. Maybe because we grow only through suffering?