Lisbon is a city that I have memories of things I have not lived, but that makes me go slowly. Quieter, with two fingers, clumsy but successful in the letters that I want to . I am at peace, finally. At least I do not feel that I'm dying inside, that's great, huh?
I have wanted small, but eager to start again and forget this or any other city is so sad and gray like me. And notice that I changed, if only slightly. Have you seen how selfish we become when we are alone? I hope your boyfriend the doctor has cure for selfishness. Do you think we EnamórameI just to avoid being alone? I hope you have now is what you always wanted to have.
Where will the dreams when they met? Because they have to go somewhere ...
But I think in the end, dreams are nothing more than an excuse but an excuse too fat. An excuse to live. So, sometimes, also become the nostalgic look of things that never were. What bitch, assume that you will never be what you always wanted. not even wait. Damn
I wish I wish, I wish ... with all my strength to be happy. & nbsp;
And with that, do a little happy with the people around me.
That's what I always wanted.
nice, Lisbon.
Maybe if everything was not so ahogiantemente repetitive tuvieste story to tell.
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