Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Irish Berthday Gratingd

Dreams Little Prayer

And we want to say of dreams? Especially when you close your eyes without realizing it, and suddenly I opened them again suddenly. The light and 'different, before you were face down and now you're a piece of human tetris, the sweat makes wet the pillow and the beginning of the end Your dream emerges as a book in Arabic.
Backflashbacks: a circle of hell, fire, knives, a city 'underground, druids, demons ... and a room where time does not consume things.
But what you're saying? What do you understand me? 'Cause you left me not be sufficient, satisfied with what little I can achieve? Why 'seduce me in my sleep?

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