: i thought i was going to write one of my trademark endlessly long texts, but i don't think i need one to tell you this / : / i'm leaving for paris / (or equivalent europe, it's not certain yet) / next year. / this just feels right now. / tomorrow i don't know if it'll still feel right. / i'm not sure of much. / i'm leaving for paris / because this here is too small. / releasing the stars / here / is seeing them bumping back to me. / (and you laughed just now) // (oh and completely unrelated, i haven't told you yet, but on september 15th you're gonna be here cos i'll be needing you) // so here it goes / : / i'm / inviting / you / to / come / along / to / paris. // before you say anything, just close your eyes, picture yourself somewhere else, / and sincerely / answer with your full heart. / i'm asking you from mine. / ; / and whatever you say, just smile while saying it : it may help. :), r (full stop)
The many faces of robert webb.
Isso do ricardinho acabou.
(Rufus Wainwright | Rules and Regulations > from Release the Stars)
A ler Frost de Thomas Bernhard e ouvir e a ver coisas que se fôssemos aqui a pô-las todas havíamos de chegar atrasados a sítios onde temos horas para chegar.
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