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such a law written anywhere that everyone knows but says that since three o'clock in the morning everything you say or write are nothing but nonsense. Well are the four and I can swear I've never made much sense something.

Several years ago my life was in a heap of wonderful coincidences. One of them was found. Internet made me read a sentence, and mania to know the reason for all the years and have career masquerading as newsworthy, did the rest. Since then it became an extension of my imagination and any investigative technique to know: find every song he broke was a newaliasing. After weeks swinging between musical notes, I was finally able to join them without a headset. The first moments paralyzed the heart, the second, time. Without realizing I have reviewed my life, anecdotes that everyone knows and reserve time with effort. I enjoyed every movement, every look on, every song. For the first time I did not hesitate to look ahead and say "I'm happy." What many would only be just a concert for me has become a dream come true, namely that so small that it is capable of illuminating each step and give us that touch that sets us apart. But without someone to share Irlo, this is lame, lacks strength, soul,MPRE I need. That CD is now backed by a dedication sleep on my bedside table, next to a pen happily used and a handful of good times when the sun order. But mostly because you come back to me without words again. For all the hugs will be few to thank for having made my dream of yours. It remains for me to be your "sis" and show it along the road. And repeat as often as you can to see if any of them, by chance, words are made up to its own meaning. Anita're big, very big. A million thanks for making me happier than I ever imagined.