Verse
The melody of stories never stop for the existence, I enjoyed the spontaneous plans with the obscure surprises. April ended with a wonderful lyrics of joy. I plainly adored the tale behind the red pillows with crave of meat balls and the four extraterrestrial-being; foolishly enjoyed the movie that dragging me to yell and hell; artlessly commenced the stories behind a week in The Apartment; simply love the red couch with the Bacardi, the cookies with “Nah is ok” reply, and the awesome rhythmical succession of tones and live bands. This is life. Thanks for the relief after a hectic week. This day was great with the creation of melody that one can whistle.
P/s : Melody is a form of remembrance. It must have a quality of inevitability in our ears. You made my day.
