Queen - Under Pressure Mega Remix
He was a fool. He had walked along the piazza. It was so many years ago. The lines were so clear. You were a rebel, or you so blindly followed him. Franco.
The cobblestone corners of every edge. It's clay brown that melted each into each. In the center was a fountain. The children, how they would play. Salud.
Before... he remembered. She would dance. Half in the light, half in the shadows. Though her business would go down, who knows who she would capture, enrapture, in that slight alleyway.
He knew.
Yet he would lie, if he did not tell you he knew the pleasure of her hip. The delight of her thigh, so simple, so strong, so sweet. How they undulated, so tight, waiting for his hands to rise forever higher towards her... towards her. So warm enveloping soft. Her. So sweet.
So it was.
He left to join the supporters. Clothes misaligned. Mauser remnant from some forgotten war. His squad little more than a collection of iniiduals. So unwilling to fight. Unwilling to realize all that was at stake. Freedom... or Franco... you decide.
She had made her decision. He snuck to the piazza during the war. He saw her, pulled so close to Octavio, Antonio, or maybe even Brayden as no Spanish name he could find started with a" BL" as she was caught in some "Affair to remember." Remember what? He was never really sure. Perhaps before she was such a rover. Finding completeness away from the Jorges she was married to.
Vive bien mi dulce Conozco a tu cuno con firmeza por nada menos eue pour mi. Los encuentras huecos. Qui asi sea. Duerme bien mi amor. Dorme bien.
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