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| Light blue nightingale Sweet light blue nightingale of paradise, watching a sunset, made of paper, I write of my effort to spend more time with you. Now you fly around and I often meet you. I still admire you, but back then I had to try. Intensely light blue nightingale of the fake paradise, after a sunset, I remember the sound of your twittering, but I don�t remember if it was in a tape or in reality. I always remember an apple, made of paper. Now you fly around, I often meet you but we don�t speak to each other any more. I still admire you, but back then I tried in vain. Light blue nightingale, We know that you can�t come here anymore. I can only watch you playing in the light blue water glittering in a movie. |
| The cartoon crept out cowardly from behind the curtain faced the audience and ran back in. The crowd waited for the show and several question marks passed through the mind. The acrobat stepped down from the rope before he passed it, scared and disappointed landing both feet on the ground. The crowd waited for the show and several question marks passed through the mind. Instead of holding each others hands and raising them high, we search for what else we can come up with to stir up trouble. It started to drizzle, people started to leave, butterflies don�t fly anymore and hope was hidden for the time being. |
| Butterfly Sometimes well, I become big headed I forget that I am a butterfly and I want to become a worm again. |
| Puzzle For some years when I was young I was the original in a few words the model. Later on, I thought I knew about models and I tried to help them. Later, when a friend of mine used to call me " instant capture " I was playing the role of the observer and the photographer. It is better for you not to know my face -reason for jealousy and misunderstandings- Usually messages that facial features and expressions send, can bring out compassions or antipathies. Don�t look into my face but at what I am writing, It�s a puzzle made by putting a lot of instant pictures together. |
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