Let's throw away the air from the lungs
Category: Little tale
“You was looking” {18}
you have closed the fist with the acorn inside
It seems
You are looking at me and you are whisper me only words that my soul can decipher
In that eyes
There i see our first glance we had shared
“When our glances” – [10]
it was the great slow picture, that it was running in my mind
“Into the bar” – [8]
From the first evening i have choose it, was been my table.
” I was awakening” – [7]
the diary was there on the bed. I stared it for a moment then i settled myself on the matress and i've took it
“When i” – [6]
I was like a swollen river
“You looking at me”
we believed our souls could be snatched one from another
“After” – [4]
Slowly we were became what which we had know to be one for another
