Dear,
My town sleeps in blue silk again. It is cold. I heard somewhere women dream sin, there, women has the real problems and dreams how pay the bills, is it child at school. We all tired. We and the town. Someone from the problems and town from the winter.
I have these pictures again . Because you. I paint them. I like to paint. The hand listens me. It is not like paint brush. I get nervous because I can not do it everything that I wont. Someone asked me how I do it. How? How do not do it? My whole bellowed town is in silked pictures. I write again. I wont to publish a e book.
I got to know a friend. He inspires me. He paints. He has painted a cube.
I do not know anything but I can tell you everything, the cube.
My town sleeps in blue silk again. It is cold. I heard somewhere women dream sin, there, women has the real problems and dreams how pay the bills, is it child at school. We all tired. We and the town. Someone from the problems and town from the winter.
I have these pictures again . Because you. I paint them. I like to paint. The hand listens me. It is not like paint brush. I get nervous because I can not do it everything that I wont. Someone asked me how I do it. How? How do not do it? My whole bellowed town is in silked pictures. I write again. I wont to publish a e book.
I got to know a friend. He inspires me. He paints. He has painted a cube.
I do not know anything but I can tell you everything, the cube.
No comments:
Post a Comment