It's Friday afternoon... Trees are dancing and there is no reason to dance with them because you are not around. Walking down the street you see that lady on TV saying you are where you supposed to be... No reasons to think about that... Streets are getting crowded. People drinking and having fun. Sun goes down, lights turn on. Everything is normal. But where are you supposed to be? Far away? Your home is made by people not places. What is your next stop? What is your next phase? No one but you can feel the same. There is no time to regret. It's just Friday afternoon...
domingo, 7 de julho de 2013
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