Him:
Writing is not something Easy, when you're in the hole but the words come to bother reading the best of life in general grows silent. he too fell asleep but it was this need of writing that led him to wake up. His life is dictated more words, then it found in his country an inexhaustible source. Rebellion inspires, whether in its scale and possible or unrealistic and beyond. Resolutely optimistic, he asked for some time down to earth. Finally he thinks. He leaves still go from time to time wander in his head that reaches these heights never alone, but only because he knows he can come down. Why in general he just woke up with the radio and see how his country is asleep. Then he starts to dream of those few words that could move the lines. He dreams of the text meaningful and clear shape; reconciled by sentences with the writing of Plato, Homer, find strength in the words of a speech of Napoleon and the hope of Jaures and so go for the first time to someone. Only when he feels too pedantic finds the strength to forget the past. And after all Jaures, the reference is easy, it's property of all, it's about.
She:
No pretension, on the contrary. After being lost in this great addition, she managed to import its benchmarks. She never forgets, however, but was able to heal with less pain than she had imagined, there she saw little like a bottomless pit. She wondered if the decline is so good advice. Time ridicules our troubles of the past and it does not please him. She feels bad deal with this feeling, this inner discomfort, this thing putrid him laugh in his ear. Time reduced to ashes our sorrows "insurmountable." Yet she has changed her feelings too. It just does not realize it. It is therefore convinced that it does HE not lie, she thinks her words she shelled on his keyboard, occasionally to maintain a link, to consolidate the ford. She wondered why she did. Lie in the present to take the words of the past. Which have the most weight? Forward, it means is that? How far can we take what we thought before? Because our heart changes, our reason should it align itself? The reason is really controlling and over again to describe a heart that is not where she is already all-powerful, reduced to silence this heart?
Him:
is different. He does not find its rest in the same pleasures. His claim has no common measure, which is why he can write his place to impose the tips of her fingers assumed the words out of his mouth. He finds it pleasurable; to "victimize" or not, depending on your needs. Feeling omnipotent, then tell a story that has too little control, the desire to invent, if necessary, all under the protection of the immensity of the distance. There is no Gulf Stream ideas. It is therefore most powerful against himself.
Writing is not something Easy, when you're in the hole but the words come to bother reading the best of life in general grows silent. he too fell asleep but it was this need of writing that led him to wake up. His life is dictated more words, then it found in his country an inexhaustible source. Rebellion inspires, whether in its scale and possible or unrealistic and beyond. Resolutely optimistic, he asked for some time down to earth. Finally he thinks. He leaves still go from time to time wander in his head that reaches these heights never alone, but only because he knows he can come down. Why in general he just woke up with the radio and see how his country is asleep. Then he starts to dream of those few words that could move the lines. He dreams of the text meaningful and clear shape; reconciled by sentences with the writing of Plato, Homer, find strength in the words of a speech of Napoleon and the hope of Jaures and so go for the first time to someone. Only when he feels too pedantic finds the strength to forget the past. And after all Jaures, the reference is easy, it's property of all, it's about.
She:
No pretension, on the contrary. After being lost in this great addition, she managed to import its benchmarks. She never forgets, however, but was able to heal with less pain than she had imagined, there she saw little like a bottomless pit. She wondered if the decline is so good advice. Time ridicules our troubles of the past and it does not please him. She feels bad deal with this feeling, this inner discomfort, this thing putrid him laugh in his ear. Time reduced to ashes our sorrows "insurmountable." Yet she has changed her feelings too. It just does not realize it. It is therefore convinced that it does HE not lie, she thinks her words she shelled on his keyboard, occasionally to maintain a link, to consolidate the ford. She wondered why she did. Lie in the present to take the words of the past. Which have the most weight? Forward, it means is that? How far can we take what we thought before? Because our heart changes, our reason should it align itself? The reason is really controlling and over again to describe a heart that is not where she is already all-powerful, reduced to silence this heart?
Him:
is different. He does not find its rest in the same pleasures. His claim has no common measure, which is why he can write his place to impose the tips of her fingers assumed the words out of his mouth. He finds it pleasurable; to "victimize" or not, depending on your needs. Feeling omnipotent, then tell a story that has too little control, the desire to invent, if necessary, all under the protection of the immensity of the distance. There is no Gulf Stream ideas. It is therefore most powerful against himself.
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