To Lucien my father in heaven
Oh it seems that I must write to you so that I forgive you
dad
You who died
And to whom
You have spoiled my life
Then i try
No I still can not get it
I will soon be 45 years old
And it is there always there
I have two lovers more beautiful than him
And even a younger than me
I can not even look at them
They sell father and mother to make me smile
It's air filled with sweetness
his hand
Its dust
Its adjustable wrench in its back pocket
His way of looking at you
To tell you
It goes bad honey
come here
And a kiss on the front
An air of his mouth like a puff on my forehead
And the monster of the closet is gone
His tenderness
His faucet
His navy blue eyes
Gray when it is not well
And almost blue when it goes well
And a navy of color
When his motorcycle and him
I always said
Without his motorcycle it is not him
I knew when it was coming but I never knew when it was coming back
I did not care at the time
Because I knew that before the evening he had to leave again
The sunrise he will come back tell me
Hello joyous
The worst noise
Her skin still to my touch
I hate that he became his gray twins
But when he is coker
Tiger cat and even pantera
Its animal side makes me melt like a marshmallow
But this is the past
I did not think to make a future
Him yes
with me
You came and then you snatched me
No phone
No internets
A scar in the right leg for life
Of this cursed day or the taxi I jumped
And found by helicopter
Neat and even forgotten a compress in ireland !!!
If I have had my future
His rugby or cricket team he would have had
with me
Instead of bewitching
Woman woman or you are woman
More prefabricated than others
Tresors ephemeral capsizing his heart
To the darkness
Even more to see me hardly to 1 centimetre of it !!
despite this
You're right about something
Even with a donkey cap
I will still find beautiful
And the most beautiful in the world
Know
than
I would like to see again
If I had only one wish to make for me
Instead I make them for the other wishes for them
His heart his navy blue eyes his wrench in his back pocket
His hand in mine
We go there
But I know that he does not want
in his eyes
Without seeing me
Without recognizing me
Reason or not
Not really I will not tell you to forgive dad never even from the top ever
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