sunday is the day of sleeping and trying to get away of everything. But who cares..lets get up and work, and cry and have fun with the people around us. Why not...why not....make dresses...make them fly...spray light across the dancefloor. Let us sing into the wind and fly with the condors. Fly over the mountains, and swing in the vines of the wine that flows through the mountains of our stale and creamy dreams.
Sometimes you look funny...your face melts, and my nose hurts. Time for some more. Dance and dance and sweat and cry. Times over....the party is done...but we still fly...photo frames appear in many colors...LOS COLORES SON BACANES!!!
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