Tonight is one of those nights when you walk, the air looks like one of those huge gums entering your mouth. The squeeze against the palate with your tongue and be filled with air cloud seems to be.
The air today is the same.
metieses hand as if in a bath of suitable temperature and your hands are still numb from the lack of movement, medium feel half notes, astonishing warmth. Irrigation
returning from where ever he went.
Sand molding their footsteps, while you're at a time, get closer to their own sea danced back and forth, the sand was wet drytime.
- I dreamed I looked and it appeared under my finger -.
child responds to the horizon where the waves are lost in the darkness
"I can not see it from here, I can only see that if I turn around, but only see your back-Your voice does not quite express nothing, but not empty.
is the child's voice to hear.
"I dreamed that you would look and not what you did, maybe just be a dream, like so many others - His voice is partner to the solitude of the catchy disappointment, always carry a look Naide sad joy.
- Does this smell beach cove? - Question
TMLXC
"If perhaps ...- seems to respond with a single shot two questions-perhaps smelled something, everything has a smell, like memories - Clears the heart
reluctantly, (sand grains appear to be a huge telesketch of ants without feet and toast to the sun).
try pressing the play sand with her toes, she's not watching her memory flashes a smile.
- You know, "child looks like the fingers are buried and dug up a wet sand and drowned in water that appears when you dig - the feet are a super ugly apart once heard someone say: if God exists is a bum!, strives to become like you came in ganECEN platypus of our body, hahaha, you could associate each part of an animal, some day we have to do .-
"If, someday, but the day after , s for another day to tell you this is already yesterday. Want to know what to think now? - silence is consent and that is the response moves from the boatman Charon always missing coin.
Memories are sometimes smell and sometimes the smell of the lack of it, tasting the absence. You could say it is like drinking water when thirsty, but gentle sips dry endless.
When I was little I thought of a summer m & ayears older, traffic stopped, the deadly sins rested and everything was good.
The environment: a campground, a scorching hot asphalt road footprints, a stonecutter where starfish, shrimps and crabs waiting to be discovered under rocks which then has qeu always be left in place, spiders hunt as flies and butterflies are mini plastic windmills whirling and hypnotic, elbows and asses while they burn blisters on snack bars and metal cars by relying on them in the mouth of a mixture cut sweet cream and strawberry aftertaste wrinkled fingers satisfaction as raisins salt and hair wet, cool towel on a d & iacutee; to heat, parodies of anti-logic memories. Someone broke
all this awesome cycle cyclic weekend, where being Sunday was the talk of day-trippers who called the rest weekenders.
my sister's voice scream - Come look at this, we ran driven by intrigue, speed in my life I do not remember faster. Legs short distances, quick steps and fast racing. When you arrive, I saw an envelope in his hand, was small, like the flowers acompañaa when given away, we made a chorus around him, as if flares not care - smiles ; in agreeingthe same, they know that when you're little, it's like when you close your eyes and think like you do not see, the rest does not see you.
- Greater approached, asking to look for protection - what tramáis already? -. My sister used all his guile to conceal our new games and intrigues treasure for us, but the older they see everything as a huge Pandora's box, are tired of seeing those inside the box outside. - child seat with a sigh, knowing that every breath is a kiss lost.
recognize when they try to be deceived in the dismissal of the innocence of a raised, which strives to be trained to lie, to live the ded tomorrow where he will play, but not always the case, because many seniors can also see that they still do not know pandora and hide for fear of reprimand and thus forcing them to lie and fail where they fail and hate, calling sunday sunday.
but we do not know why his voice sounded sincere one is old, like it was because our family was not at that time not everyone abducted kids, as I said everything was good.
We teach the envelope, and told us it was the treasure of Sinbad, we SIMBAD SIMBAD started to cry and ask someone who is Sinbad? The man said that someone like us. He told us qone elderly man, the fun was not upset, or disruptive, it was like the words ...- often slow in coming but you can take shortcuts - no was cool, it's like when you're thrown anywhere and listen to the laughter of a child who is not disturbed and if acompañaa
welfare .- Turn noting how the back walking on the other.
- Are you asleep? -
"No, he goes. I'm dreaming .- No hurry to speak, but is dying to hear.
- Why? - She gets up and has 23 steps and a half going to the side of the, now 13, walks back to the direction of the child, does not see his face at any time, but you can hear: "If these hereto answer in advance baticinada and reacts to the show, but he also was surprised at each failure of the predictions of Naide, maybe that is the fuel for this trip or part of the overall composite.
"Okay you've earned" He mocks the over-taking air, submissive insubordination. Stop looking to keep telling a pleasant time in this way .- We were rodeandos small pond of life and in turn we surrounded a Pond us. Where the water is full of moving life, who lived in his own world of liquid, where footsteps and voices being run came in the form of vibrations, we Recivier elusive fish with a sea urchin partner, with including a glass bottle with a note dentserved to fry eggs, but if dry notes. Before you ask, come and see you, the note read: * Three Cuevitas triagulo shaped with side shields * walking. The day he left us without realizing it and the mothers began to find their children shouting: A snack, a snack vengaaa! - When he says it sounds like the mother of all the sandwich in one hand and caress each other - That rich snacks these days, with skin protector and full of ants from the ground looking as crumbs fall, they are like dogs begging for food -
rose as if the view is forget to follow so quickly.
- Shall we? "She is standing with his hand outstretched to him.
- How?. What?. & A
The air today is the same.
metieses hand as if in a bath of suitable temperature and your hands are still numb from the lack of movement, medium feel half notes, astonishing warmth. Irrigation
returning from where ever he went.
Sand molding their footsteps, while you're at a time, get closer to their own sea danced back and forth, the sand was wet drytime.
- I dreamed I looked and it appeared under my finger -.
child responds to the horizon where the waves are lost in the darkness
"I can not see it from here, I can only see that if I turn around, but only see your back-Your voice does not quite express nothing, but not empty.
is the child's voice to hear.
"I dreamed that you would look and not what you did, maybe just be a dream, like so many others - His voice is partner to the solitude of the catchy disappointment, always carry a look Naide sad joy.
- Does this smell beach cove? - Question
TMLXC
"If perhaps ...- seems to respond with a single shot two questions-perhaps smelled something, everything has a smell, like memories - Clears the heart
reluctantly, (sand grains appear to be a huge telesketch of ants without feet and toast to the sun).
try pressing the play sand with her toes, she's not watching her memory flashes a smile.
- You know, "child looks like the fingers are buried and dug up a wet sand and drowned in water that appears when you dig - the feet are a super ugly apart once heard someone say: if God exists is a bum!, strives to become like you came in ganECEN platypus of our body, hahaha, you could associate each part of an animal, some day we have to do .-
"If, someday, but the day after , s for another day to tell you this is already yesterday. Want to know what to think now? - silence is consent and that is the response moves from the boatman Charon always missing coin.
Memories are sometimes smell and sometimes the smell of the lack of it, tasting the absence. You could say it is like drinking water when thirsty, but gentle sips dry endless.
When I was little I thought of a summer m & ayears older, traffic stopped, the deadly sins rested and everything was good.
The environment: a campground, a scorching hot asphalt road footprints, a stonecutter where starfish, shrimps and crabs waiting to be discovered under rocks which then has qeu always be left in place, spiders hunt as flies and butterflies are mini plastic windmills whirling and hypnotic, elbows and asses while they burn blisters on snack bars and metal cars by relying on them in the mouth of a mixture cut sweet cream and strawberry aftertaste wrinkled fingers satisfaction as raisins salt and hair wet, cool towel on a d & iacutee; to heat, parodies of anti-logic memories. Someone broke
all this awesome cycle cyclic weekend, where being Sunday was the talk of day-trippers who called the rest weekenders.
my sister's voice scream - Come look at this, we ran driven by intrigue, speed in my life I do not remember faster. Legs short distances, quick steps and fast racing. When you arrive, I saw an envelope in his hand, was small, like the flowers acompañaa when given away, we made a chorus around him, as if flares not care - smiles ; in agreeingthe same, they know that when you're little, it's like when you close your eyes and think like you do not see, the rest does not see you.
- Greater approached, asking to look for protection - what tramáis already? -. My sister used all his guile to conceal our new games and intrigues treasure for us, but the older they see everything as a huge Pandora's box, are tired of seeing those inside the box outside. - child seat with a sigh, knowing that every breath is a kiss lost.
recognize when they try to be deceived in the dismissal of the innocence of a raised, which strives to be trained to lie, to live the ded tomorrow where he will play, but not always the case, because many seniors can also see that they still do not know pandora and hide for fear of reprimand and thus forcing them to lie and fail where they fail and hate, calling sunday sunday.
but we do not know why his voice sounded sincere one is old, like it was because our family was not at that time not everyone abducted kids, as I said everything was good.
We teach the envelope, and told us it was the treasure of Sinbad, we SIMBAD SIMBAD started to cry and ask someone who is Sinbad? The man said that someone like us. He told us qone elderly man, the fun was not upset, or disruptive, it was like the words ...- often slow in coming but you can take shortcuts - no was cool, it's like when you're thrown anywhere and listen to the laughter of a child who is not disturbed and if acompañaa
welfare .- Turn noting how the back walking on the other.
- Are you asleep? -
"No, he goes. I'm dreaming .- No hurry to speak, but is dying to hear.
- Why? - She gets up and has 23 steps and a half going to the side of the, now 13, walks back to the direction of the child, does not see his face at any time, but you can hear: "If these hereto answer in advance baticinada and reacts to the show, but he also was surprised at each failure of the predictions of Naide, maybe that is the fuel for this trip or part of the overall composite.
"Okay you've earned" He mocks the over-taking air, submissive insubordination. Stop looking to keep telling a pleasant time in this way .- We were rodeandos small pond of life and in turn we surrounded a Pond us. Where the water is full of moving life, who lived in his own world of liquid, where footsteps and voices being run came in the form of vibrations, we Recivier elusive fish with a sea urchin partner, with including a glass bottle with a note dentserved to fry eggs, but if dry notes. Before you ask, come and see you, the note read: * Three Cuevitas triagulo shaped with side shields * walking. The day he left us without realizing it and the mothers began to find their children shouting: A snack, a snack vengaaa! - When he says it sounds like the mother of all the sandwich in one hand and caress each other - That rich snacks these days, with skin protector and full of ants from the ground looking as crumbs fall, they are like dogs begging for food -
rose as if the view is forget to follow so quickly.
- Shall we? "She is standing with his hand outstretched to him.
- How?. What?. & A
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