hole sadman @ 2004-12-30T23: 54:00
A. Then another. There is another beyond. Looks, looks of people who carry their own history. Stories that pass through their peak, or the most trivial or routine. Moments that now may be the most emotional ever lived, those eyes full of hope looking at the beloved, who is there at the time, like a dream come true ... or sad moments of pure melancholy in which what most want is to lie to mourn, forget all, and let others pass without rozarnos ...
I keep doing my history, storing it, not without much affection in the depths of my eyes. There have been times brittle, dull moment, but I must say that I enjoyed as much as the good.
These moments of heartfelt joy, light heartedness that makes you above in all circumstances through every moment clearly. And thank you. Thank lot of things to a lot of people, but I'd rather not start now, that is still going to be much to be thankful ...
'm just not me. Also try to dive into the eyes of those that I have nearby. Read while I light a cigarette, their own stories. Soil learn much from them. I hope they are aware of them.
still writing the story. I open my eyes, do not know if I'm dreaming, if I'm awake, I slept demasisado, or too little, I do not feel well ... wait ... I think today was the highlight ... Why? I do not know, maybe this high, maybe something in my cries for SALR but overheard. No, I feel good, I feel fine now, and I ... No, the truth is that I am a little stoned right now, and my reality is distorted a little ... in short, being direct, so good.
Well, yes, the story continues. And now this. I will continue with mine. Now. Ya.
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