You said spring scares me, and I've invited you to write a poem (which you did). Then, patient literature, I fished out the reminder of your momentum poets. Eliot, no less. Oh well, yes, he speaks only in April, but the parallels are equal. Winter kept you warm. When I showed you have not read very carefully.
makes me much more afraid of the fall, with hopes that nourishes the leaves fall from trees, and gilded all fuck me forever. What a bastard. So I would have thought of Celan.
Then I think f bears have a sixth sense possessed sensuality. So perhaps it is That's why I want to kiss you, because you're funny. Enjoy your delusions, exasperating your crap until they are sick, like when you eat too much chocolate. Until I feel stupid and I like you, I like you, I like most of the tiramisu.
Here, for example, that is, that no such examples do nothing, we shift our attention, distraiamoci not to burn everything at once. That is, here, in my opinion, if you know what I mean ... that is, I do not know if you understand it, maybe I wanted to say that ... hath been understood? And, tell me ... What will your next mission? Teach zebras to bark?
