6 PM and something
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Rua Rosa "Araujo" HR "9" Rua do Castilho
Casa da Moeda Praça de Londres Church X - Fonte Luminosa Infante Dom Henrique
... 70´s... FO P
pt aasss
Hertz 40 PJ SIS
Rua Rosa "Araujo" HR "9" Rua do Castilho
Casa da Moeda Praça de Londres Church X - Fonte Luminosa Infante Dom Henrique
... 70´s... FO P
pt aasss
Hertz 40 PJ SIS
NGR London 1999-2000
D-oo-r
Live or die, be free with your temple, be free, be free, t´ll the end of time
Its raining, its cold, damn, no snow
Its a dream
Geri Geri Cherry Lady
Hilton´s Hotel
HR Lion Tokyo Japan
Elisiário Aurora Lola
Spain France Switzerland "Austria" Belgium Holand
English Channel
Herbie 53 England Scotland Northern Ireland Ireland Wales
Damm, There´s no bridge to cross the English Channel. How do i travel to England´
Concord´ Very Expensive. British Airway´ TAP
11 AM
and because it was raining, the reds
were all dressed with their raining night suits
Its less expensive to dry the night suits then the red suits
Textile Machine Gun
Textile Machines
So, no guard changing ceremony today
There was something. Her red lips telling me something... however, the kiss was not so bright as, if i was wearing with my ceremony red suit
We married at the gates of hell. After our marriage vows , we took kissy steps and we went to the palace.
We never got married even if no one was against our marriage. Supriselly, because, i was unaware, or i didn´t know that there were guards in that place at the palace gates, there was a smiling voice, it sounded like it to me that said. - Good evening and i said, Good evening. and, another voice that kept talking with the other. Nothing else. However the guards were at service, they may have wonder who was and what was doing there at 6 PM at the Palace gates. London, 6 PM Evening. Who goes to the Palace at that hour. Everybody is going home, after a work day
Heaven and Hell
Marriage at the gates of hell "expression" or phrase. Its just a King Diamond dark lyric.
A kiss is just a kiss. No, we went out from the bus on the second stop. We talk, we dance, we hold each other and we
catch another bus to restart it all again. Unreal what happen that night. Could i imagine´ Could i feel and live a thing like this´
The crying smile, thoughts, wonder, dream.
Crying in the rain
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