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I am now at this very common place that is being lost.
I feel like leaving work and going away and not think about anything except the water temperature or my hair tangled by the wind.
I feel that I carry a huge rock and I'm so bent over that I can not even look at the sky. I know this is tacky.
I would be Alentejo and South America and Morocco and other hot places. And I know that I would find you on every street and there would be exhaustion, until one day I would lose you.
I feel like leaving work and going away and not think about anything except the water temperature or my hair tangled by the wind.
I feel that I carry a huge rock and I'm so bent over that I can not even look at the sky. I know this is tacky.
I would be Alentejo and South America and Morocco and other hot places. And I know that I would find you on every street and there would be exhaustion, until one day I would lose you.