"So we had this dark, murderous gaze, the one who walks here in black, this is not me. To me there is no demonizma, I love knedlike with cabbage. Even Casanova pbteen did not, but I do not love this more dopovedovati women to live in this faith ... No do not know that all my life wanted to have a house with a small garden and a wild vine, and with such a pupil to the Gulf of lettuce and calling " Atek, lunch! "or" When are you coming? "L. Aškenazy, Demon - Time insomnia, shortness of Czech prose Old stone house at omorski road. Contact car rental with rain waterlogged road it sounds as if three hundred ski runners on asphalt racing hunted the first dawn. Stuffy guest room, which is the spirit of hospitality pbteen and a non ventilated dec in sideboard with patinated mirror. pbteen Bed, a large swimming pool as a family. Radiator odbrenči its last legs, the air is warm. Lying on the side of thinking, why are runners so hurry in melancholy morning. Fine, it is night time long. And decent unplanned. We're lying already nine o'clock in the evening. His belly like a small flexible tilt with almost every breath bounce back. Tireless Klokut. In the dream, pbteen and nearly pbteen silent snoring his warm hand slide under my underwear and clean gently with her as shell clams silkworm gut makes the cover of native mouth. Not zmočim his sleep, dripping inside. From the diversion of streams rushing me burn in your chest. Ms. traffic militiaman with a white flag directs juice chaos until Oros from the weight of darkness Close your eyes wearily not. Runners omagajo, accelerated by the roadside ditches. I feel cold kljunčka two strain, each grabs one wrist and pitched me over the Cross nights in February.
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