"if life was better behaved" Zivot
I wonder why life must switch as well, sometimes.
I bought today flowers for my little brother died, my little J., little secret.
today I snapped at my mother,
today I rapelée song Maxime le Forestier, one that made me cry so much, little:
You are the brother I don ' I never had
Do you know if you had lived
What we'd done together
A year after me, you'd be born
Then they left most n'se s'rait
As friends who resemble
We have learned slang
by heart I was your teacher
In my truant ...
's funny, I feel empty, I feel full, I think of you, my little J, and I know, little angel, thanks to you I would never really alone.
Because you were, for our family, life, you were the joy, my little J.
My little brother, you is dedicated to Africa with my parents, for you my Mesopotamia, the chaos of Naples, in light of Istanbul, for you life, love. For you my hate doctors and hospitals, for you lips that kiss, for you the purity of feeling fragile.
and everything else, I offer it to my mother.
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