The best fucking person in sosnowiec. When his car pulls up to your village, every guy turns to a priest, and every woman turns into a nun. The best priest you could meet. The pope wishes he was him.
She’s the star whose lights turn each stone they fall on..into a moon. When the light air passes through your hair..i hear it. Your quiet fragrences,melt in you, when touching you..I write the letters of your name by the rinse on all leaves of the trees.