Soul Train Dance Line .rar

Slumped

hasty life always ready to throw, to fall to decay without being able to settle.

time slip of a season that folds in on itself, slipping away before you realize it starts.

And in the meantime what do we do? We went against sense, carelessly, without time, without head, without money, without petrol, without programs, without pause, without energy. Smoke on the head and beer in the stomach.

sightings include rapid, vital place, unwise diversions sudden, enchanted fragments, dodging bulls and approaching bodies, diving into cold water or a pastis, giving up sleep and rest, as we devoured the summer we are ruined late. Cut into pieces and kissed real life.

then slipped away, s'accascia, ends. There are around and not be found. He cheated and there are not even notice ...