hay all the steemit friends this time i want to write a little about wild poems ...
Hopefully my writing this time can be useful .. do not forget in upvote and Reestem
maybe after this, we have to learn to pretend. I've known since a few hours ago, you came with a big bag on your back, asked for the best espresso in town, and the best time I had. you're not going to play, but obviously running away from something you do not want. clear, wrinkle in your face, show it ...
Tonight was not much different from the previous night, quiet. The city is always quiet, even before many travelers who come to seek the sensation of a cup of coffee that he said is typical for them, who understand. But so far, not many understand. A lot of them, coming not out of love, but because they want to look the same. As soon as the boy glanced in front of me, his face frowned as he drank my coffee. One swipe, hundreds of words out of her mouth, telling of her journey. About cities with different lights, and have different beauty when night, but wanitanta is the same. Only interesting when not dressed. You laugh when you say that. But I just smile a little while serving him
