not I'm thinking of nothing, and this central thing, which in turn is nothing, I am pleased as the night air, fresh in comparison to the summer heat of the day. That's great, I'm not thinking about anything!
The wisteria is blooming on the wall is ocher climbed When you are covered with purple I knew it was out of school The movement stop time Tune the notes of a lightning On the branches of the wisteria His charm drops flying in the wind blowing in the wind To the rhythm of the images wisteria seductive Pasolini "You return to the brutal" Indomitable
A life in bloom remember frills' s love "man crushes me already panned" intoxicate me breathless perfume and tears from the ancient depths I Seizures my eyes It 's a moment ... ... a purple spell