It's summer, I was, why it uses the possessive when one is very happy?
You are mine, it's mine, it's my thing, my trip, my joy, my desire, my love, Always the damn
instinct of property, which dates back to prehistoric man.
This desire to capture things, places, people ...
The pinnacle of refined humanity: sharing
The road, I'll go. Some places may be
goals, reasons for living almost giving confidence in a possible future.
Moulay Bousselham ... my dream of sun, the sand beneath my toes, burning sand when I rolling down the dune, the flow and reflux of the ocean when I fall asleep, the warmth of my skin cramées by the sun, the coolness of the cloth.
My heart will explode with happiness.
And the light that makes you want to go to her, to let us invade, I am a ray, particle, wave, wave, foam and the sky, I explode I rasterizes I n 'have more axis, more center of gravity, more nerve endings. The foam
days.
And the blood of the sky that flares up, it sucks to tell a sunset is so beautiful that nothing should be said.
And at night, blue, frosted, black, big, deep: you're nothing. Earthlings, we are a stardust. And the merchant
karmouss smiling at me and handed me the fruit of the earth, sweet and bitter like life.
And in the morning all over again, yet still, I Want the sun, I'm a child would have grown too fast in a world of superplastic, I want the dirty, the dirty, real ...
I'm eating shrimp stuffing their fingers, I want the boat and the fisherman toothless, the languid lagoon, flamingos life ...
You are mine, it's mine, it's my thing, my trip, my joy, my desire, my love, Always the damn
instinct of property, which dates back to prehistoric man.
This desire to capture things, places, people ...
The pinnacle of refined humanity: sharing
The road, I'll go. Some places may be
goals, reasons for living almost giving confidence in a possible future.
Moulay Bousselham ... my dream of sun, the sand beneath my toes, burning sand when I rolling down the dune, the flow and reflux of the ocean when I fall asleep, the warmth of my skin cramées by the sun, the coolness of the cloth.
My heart will explode with happiness.
And the light that makes you want to go to her, to let us invade, I am a ray, particle, wave, wave, foam and the sky, I explode I rasterizes I n 'have more axis, more center of gravity, more nerve endings. The foam
days.
And the blood of the sky that flares up, it sucks to tell a sunset is so beautiful that nothing should be said.
And at night, blue, frosted, black, big, deep: you're nothing. Earthlings, we are a stardust. And the merchant
karmouss smiling at me and handed me the fruit of the earth, sweet and bitter like life.
And in the morning all over again, yet still, I Want the sun, I'm a child would have grown too fast in a world of superplastic, I want the dirty, the dirty, real ...
I'm eating shrimp stuffing their fingers, I want the boat and the fisherman toothless, the languid lagoon, flamingos life ...
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