Monday, 9 January 2012

My motto when I was free-running...


Freerunner on the loose,
All black and blue and bruise.
Roam wild in the city.
Mad perhaps, mad but free.

5 comments:

  1. J'aime toujours autant tes textes courts, efficaces.

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  2. Pourtant j'étais pressé...(je sais, elle est nulle...je suis à côté de mes pompes...(encore plus nulle ?))

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