might be expected, in what is the safest imaginable to find as true. Nothing is left out as possible, is more accurate than absolute zero. Don Canuto is that when I go to far away close your eyes and I know it does. That when healthy, is repeating a poem learned to tap steps and litanies. But today I thought his remarkable ability to merge their thoughts on mine stems from its desire for friendship and service.
If I imagine Don Canuto, 40 or 50 years ago, I would not fail to see, time with them jeans holding a floral pattern or a suit too seriously and laughing after hearing a song by Perez Prado or Nat Cole K . Don Canuto
lived waiting for the train will not stop at his station without a daily bag of joy, because even when he is dressed in black and carried flowers to leave on the cold marble, finds reasons to smile. Not that it's sappy, it's just living life with gusto. I have not seen or even cold. I knew, knew in advance that I would say: "I do not remember when I caught a cold the last time. Maybe the year Columbia exploded."
With every word, takes on a special color her company. The only colors that do not share their romance are black and fuchsia. Give it what it sissy sad or he would say.
A day is given by reciting the fables of Aesop. I feel that perhaps does not expect the next day watching your back, but staring at the street, waiting for the passage of any visitor, from a shy mosquito to the statuesque Raquel. And they both say the exact phrase you lift your face beyond the boiling point of water, beyond the exact time when the rainbow is another day ... and just be its woody scent and not be erased.
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