In all I want to walk up to the actually ...
I would have written many lines of rhythm, in which people breathe, the circles from which people go and play the guitar, the languages that totter in swinglish. I would describe in detail each person irrelevant beauty, but beautiful in a tan happiness. I would tell how to braid hair curled and how to combine pink and turquoise. Perhaps you would have heard the syncopated beat of my heart and saw the blinking his eyes from the carcass.
I would complain, as can be with all close without a single pair of hands on the shoulders - far away.
I would have taught you wink at all the muscles of the face and send sms air.
I certainly would have remembered that once saw each of the individuals encountered, I would have remembered all the dances and lived to them again.
I have learned that the musicians - as narrators: they do not know what a melody is made of copper pieces, while the mind does not come song is penned by someone else.
I would not have missed the rock and on it.
But for all this, I was too happy ...
progress and the triumph of the game ...
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