Quand l'ombre sur l'appui de ma fenetre/Devient le soliel dansant par le fenetre/Et j'ai aussi danse dans cette rue/Et j'ai epraive la brosse leger de la pluie/Mon couer est blanc, il promene seul/Par un plage vif et cool/Avec les vagues deferler sur les roches/Et ma chucotent, "Les temps est allee."/Mes reflexions ruee sur la sable d'ombre/Dans les dessins comme les ailes de la colombe
9 comments:
what are you sick of?
i love you.
do you want me to some take care of you next weekend?
how was house-sitting?
Now I'm sick. You better not have given me your cold.
uh oh. sorry.
run it off! it works, i promise!
it was probably rachel anyway...
Well, I ran on Sunday, and my body still is not letting me walk as usual, much less run.
All I know is that someone gave me their dirty cold, and that someone should buy me some NyQuil.
Ummm... you can have my leftover nyquil... although I still deny responsibility for spreading the germs.
also, Nyquil sucks.
I'm calling a huge BS on that one. NyQuil rules.
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