up his hand and drop the red petals. Skims the flower, it from the mold, near the yellow house. And in the dead water source drops of blood fall. "Girl what are you doing up? Nothing
nana watching the petals float in the source.
The columns supporting the old house, so far in fact, are thick and seem to think marble thousand winters. In his eyes wet wood drops reflected landscape. It's a beautiful summer night. The lighting is yellow moon is so bright it leaves a golden crust, which bathes the old garden. What do you think girl?
nana in anything, I'm going to bed.
- I am sad, I want to fly away, breathe a new air and take care of myself, down through the roof and watch the lonely man lying on the beach. Poor man, he lives alone. I gave him some company, I caress in this beautiful summer night. I leave this old town and its broad plaza, forget the Evon and acacias.
The clock face illuminated by the full moon strikes midnight. You hear her singing in the distance. She pretends to clean up her skirt, skirt the color of dead rose. Freckles not exist on this summer night and gaze pierces the delicate breeze. Are you coming my child? Stop thinking about that wretched wanderer. "Girl, you coming?
If nana. My body goes.
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