LISBOA REAL EXHIBITION FOR THE NEW LIFE
A distant qu'ouvrageraient embroidery transparent forms of deserts or sea track drying out, or retained sky. The heat of the provinces second-class: incomplete coordination between the humidity and temperature, the mists of Irish winter on a warm night monsoon loamy. The sound molting: moans of a medieval saint, bellowing blonde student resigned knee twisted, demonstrations disclosed in close popstar posture, amalgamating all sources, moving away and weakening each other, with dull beats assonant. In flotation
indistinct, a familiar face, irrigated, loved and haunting, a wrestler asleep matting its competitors by his nightmares, victorious by his impotence, cowardice impressive. Vibrio or insect of summer, vaguely poisonous which survives only stirred suspension of particles arranged by his cowardly flight, burning the retina much more than warmed by its sting. This kind of absence, disappearance, of modernity. Based on such
forks Still, surprised experts and hesitant gestures round, sweaty and brutal: first, a black sleep, bloated and begging and adventures to come knocking, then a decentralized fellowship qu'éclairent feelings of superiority and frustration, and Finally a show (of metamorphosis, metaphor, meta-narrative etc ...) qu'assurent sharp declines whose memory seeps covers bodybuilding effective.
Because nothing is worth diverting his eyelashes in the desired object, we are back contorted for the coming year.
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