.... And he closed the door with a movement so feared must have torn a wing of the last nymph had left the room. Deep breath at the same time opened the box cartóny memories kept in a corner of his memory, to sign another on that list always swore eternal burning on any given night. If anyone asks, it would be in San Juan, the magic sprinkled salt topics tend to be easier to digest.
noticed how his mind was fleeing from the mist hidingis in the swirling music and phrases that stab of those fortunate souls who have not yet been sold. It was a breath of oxygen in the vastness of the universe. The sudden sound of a ghost, meat or weakness, returned to the reality that no one would thank that air.
With a weary gesture by the routine of unelected psychology shed his improvised words to sleep another night of sketches woven advice smiles never put in Pra ; soonest. When you look in the mirror I was surprised at how strange it was the truth: wrinkled in folds of life, adjustedhits the side of the heart. 
The ominous sound of his body hitting the mattress scared the atoms of complicity handy resting after hours lighting up the environment. He seemed repetitive, a curse of playing to evade capture moments like that, who later rebelled hesitation in making their goals, freezing inside.
lived it so many times that he knew the steps, as if fate had helped to write, so I enjoyed the behind that still gave off heat
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The quote: Nothing is as easy or useful as listening to a lot - Juan Luis Vives
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