lunes, 28 de octubre de 2013

Do you remember?

It was a night full of music. We drank wine and beer from plastic bottles. We laugh, they sang at loud and juggled. We here kicked out of the garden by an angry neighbor asking for sleep. We walked up the hill, singing and laughing. We saw the woods illuminated by the moonlight. Bright stars appeared, and there was nothing else than music, the night and the felling of being young. 

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