The rocking motion of the body is only relevant in the light of the room. I feel the alcohol in my travel thoughts as if the distortion of a guitar. My gait, caracollante, knows how to reflect the influence of alcohol and blood like a rebellion. That is, if you like, the festival of the heat flow, as if to feel a thrill of a compound just add, in the forging of a young growth, could you tell me which road to take. E 'strong clamor, chaos fierce, so no distinction on what strikes my hours by how much demand that they come across. How to explain, for those who do not live there, it sends my mind to the body? Even in the evening and laughter mingled in hops out what they know and I hope if I do not understand what I imagine, it's hard to show to anyone because I like to my perfect world.
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