These days, well, not that have been fatal (bad, very bad, fatal), no, but things have not gone out, say, by word of mouth. Things did not start easy, you know. But I have good humor, or at least, I have a bad mood that would correspond, in my character ( natural, Camille) with the complications that have had events. I think these years, however much he missed the sea, much to miss the atmosphere of this island, had gravely underestimated.
Today, for example, took a shower. At sea, of course. Layering a bit. Enough. Water entered my nose. I coughed a little. Layering a little. Played dead. Happiness. Then I
suitcase. Everything in the room is sand. Arena on clothing, sand on the floor, sand in the cholas and bags. The iPhone has sand, it, too. What a joy of living sand, moisture joy, I, as salt, all the time. I have
a little scared. I do not know if I can, so many things, so many flights.
Although all disappear, at times, because I'm salty, because I will see you.
Today, for example, took a shower. At sea, of course. Layering a bit. Enough. Water entered my nose. I coughed a little. Layering a little. Played dead. Happiness. Then I
suitcase. Everything in the room is sand. Arena on clothing, sand on the floor, sand in the cholas and bags. The iPhone has sand, it, too. What a joy of living sand, moisture joy, I, as salt, all the time. I have
a little scared. I do not know if I can, so many things, so many flights.
Although all disappear, at times, because I'm salty, because I will see you.
or summarizing
'm fucked
and radiant
perhaps more the former than the latter
and vice versa. Conversely
, Mario Benedetti
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