What a great letter. It's something that comes very close to me I feel like mine.
I remember my mom playing guitar with his songbook years of the magazine that bike (I think) singing this song. remember having sung but today I realized what it means to me. Besides the nostalgia of my times as a child's letter reflects me completely.
I love the sea and the woman crying
the swallows and the poor ladies jump
balconies and open windows
and girls in April
I like wine as much as the flowers
and lovers, but not Mr.
I love being friends with the thieves
and songs in French
I'm not here, nor am from
I have no age, no future
and be happy is my color
identity
I like being thrown in the sand always
and bicycle chase
Manuela and all the time to see the stars
with Mary in the wheat field
I'm not here, nor am from
I have no age, no future
and be happy is my color
identity
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