After having gone through the rustic restaurant where I can rarely be more than two hours sitting, and have taken strong wine and peasants, even earthy, no-frills cheap cigarette packs, listening to the aggressive touches of saxophone music that fills of blackness, free, joyful and melancholic, I returned to my studio, with time gnawed books, old wine and empty bottles of cognac ... but that night had a different smell, a sweet and gentle nature shyly spread the walls. Sitting at my desk I turned and saw her in my bed, I saw the naked skin soft and smooth under the covers, smiling and inviting me to heaven.
forgot my desires and preferred alcoholic of emmbriaguez drown in his beautiful body carefully peStorm and faded old restaurant, and just stayed in my mind the body of the goddess which I had been delivered. Ose awkwardly kissing every inch of your skin. taught me a couple of games, and finally a bright tear escaped his eyes, without feeling tears, tears of peace and liberation.
I closed the book and went to sleep, it was too late ...
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