Today was a special day, maybe even more than anyone else. There is no expected time forward some time ago, we have not got the clothes you are looking for the flash of the camera to remember your color when it falls faint on the rack, or holding out of the small party which became every hour. In the square garnet muses den Levant, has not been written about the time or the echo of a promise Cards slipped notes into the classroom.
And yet, today was a special day. What is each time something is born with the intention of making this world remains a potentco more livable, to confuse the soul and care for the laughter that we all know is a species on the brink of extinction. With these intentions and desire to place on record our deeds, philosophical conclusions, delusions and other surreal moments worthy of being counted, today has seen the light of this particular family blog atzavareña:
http://estounemucho.blogspot.com
In short, a space composed of eight bits, these crystals with those who see that point acid escaping reality , a puzzle of their little worlds and great compo Universe
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