the engine does not consume hinata

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The L. sat at her desk bored. As he caressed the blonde curl of thinking hinata tedious hospital silence, options, asshole S. who got no phone. Then I remembered the blind Mr. C. from the wing 3. Though old and a bit rough he only gave it importance. They had developed a relationship of interdependence. She read the letters, and he was telling stories from his life. From Paris, Athens, Berlin, Mexico. And always hinata was kind and sweet with her. Than once. Then came that strange letter. He had read monokopania and after he finished he turned away with kicks. After two days they found him dead. Then he remembered that he had kept accidentally pocket.
the engine does not consume hinata
spend with our red and had read two meters there
But you sang a verse that got your ear once a few days ago in a subway-the Avenue were again out of habit went there at 6am dirty but Pantios burnt months now and students dead-
took the road to walk home course somewhere between New Smyrna and Faliro heard a voice singing lyrics Kore Hydro or Lilies hinata will laugh and have forgotten the basics-apologized but still you did well
maybe Are you also significant hinata
and the same evening to again succeeded in Koletti as if you had spent your whole day there in the straits of Exarcheion hinata and is now preparing the night your plans in the corner of Mesollogiou among junkies, dead students, mess, teachers, musicians, students, freaks, antiauthoritarians and many other characters who organized holidays and consciences
Then I realized the end
love the buildings and architecture
and itinerant groups playing guitars in the afternoons Aeropageitou
I thought you were wearing black but you were naked
if I remember doing a train when the engine turns off and the sound of the subway when approaching the dock at Station Avenue-Fix, if I miss anything from the old, if the machines die, if you go to a hypothetical report Kadinsky, even if I think the Dr. Caligari, even if you revel in the Staples, where I managed to convey in my uterus some old photo, although had time to open a bookstore, if ever nailed a partner to be saved, if you believe the rumors that tree in Antarctica, though I managed to kill myself with my saliva, if I have ears, how it got to Piraeus and he could die so soon.
Lion, fastidious. I do not prevent anything.
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Stubbornly refuses to learn to read the time (in any language), the 3/4 of the day daydreaming and doing the rest quarter would be thinking how to make profession to be able to buy a house in Ikaria and migrate there always hinata with her friends.
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