polskie drogi.

Well, I've been good, no I've been great
You say you're in a better place
And honestly, i'm happy for ya

But there's a tone in my voice

That gives away my selfish choice
Can my heart beat any faster

'Cause the time that it takes to pass me by
Is the time that it took me to realize

Madly, madly, madly

Tell me that you need me

Show me I'm the only

And that's all I need to know

Madly, madly, madly
If you really love me,
When you see me leavin' baby

Just let me go

We'll give it up, try to find
What was with us all the time
Gotta lose some things

If you're ever gonna get on by

And who was wrong, who was right
Always end up in a fight
I thought i'd crumble

But no I'm fine

Madly, madly, madly
If you really love me,
When you see me leavin' baby

Just let me go

/Tristan Prettyman, "Madly"/

kurde. sama nie wiem, co znów tu robię.

chyba daria mnie namówiła.

ale aparat zepsuty, zdjęć z wakacji zero.

kij, najwyżej sfotografuję mojego afronarzeczonego z Kenii.

"- można pozyczyć krzesło?

- tablicę też weźmiesz?

- gąbkę.

- z której ty jesteś klasy?

- klasyk.

- od razu widać. bezstresowy. gąbkę se pożyczył"

(polski z geografem)