lunes, 9 de mayo de 2011


I'm sprawled in the grasp and the sun is beating me right in the face. I've forgotten my spring allergy and the sunny day and the delightful brise takes me out to a unknown shore in a tropical beach. Tropical, what a beautiful word, tropical. I picture myself eating fresh fruit and swimming. My mind is naked. Tropical, what a beautiful word.

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