When once I read that modern art
speaks of the feelings of the individual
still do not really know I had tasted
your drawings chubby
nor translated columns and columns
one of your Page
your private
epic loves the pain of childhood objects travel
paper births
Well it's time that I respect your life because every hole is
shelter and fruit well
Track Write tears
write your memories of Plasmon
are so sweet and sincere
But I just can not understand why nobody
looking in your freckles and in
has told calmly
'Little
The property is theft
Lock in your dollhouse
're forgetting the smell of the night
the blows of fate
future
native plants of coffee
For a good time memories
stops and flutters on the back of a motorcycle
say goodbye to beekeeping, and then react
fashionable darling '
You ignore me and let you insult in silence
But amaze me every time
in a dressing gown and berry maturity
ports and drugs
wildly making us feel at home
Scolari artists squinting or suspended?
I understand that I understand from reading
ivy
revolutions and wicker. Copyright © 2010 Gianmarco
Galuppo 
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