I wanted to complain and complain. Some days run
The days to fill the tables with small point Xcell green with small red dots.
days without Castor.
days without pleasure.
gleaned few minutes in the morning, 1 hour in the evening.
And I wanted to tell you about the month of October. From
month of my birthday: family dinners, fine and very fine gifts
waffles with sugar at the Parc Monceau and sugar waffles in the Champs de Mars
Two glasses of champagne
the sky blue in the colors of fall.
Of my desires: the promises of joy
Fun to lighten.
In stolen moments. The
friends: the true, the less true but still
In a few pages of "Persuasion," a few lines every night.
From his tiny chubby hands. From the morning laughs
In this first family brunch
In my bag as I caress dreamed that I breathe, I cherish
In this way ahead of me. ... And if I put myself on the way?
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