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Tell a story of a desperate man neutral, very normal
a husband, a policeman delivered.
A day without telling his wife gives
side with the dearest friend, who has portrayed his childhood.
By beating the Don Juan suspended from work, eats
vivo depression, five months down the tubes.
Our man sat down and felt acbado.
drank and hit the streets with a gun in his hand.

All were nearly equal, a higher or lower. Orphan
tonight and the devil in her arms.
in the chest the same hatred is black or white.
Among the dead were lost in the wall type "death."
is set at a standard rate to drown his life in a brothel
of minor girls who do little and are paid well.
Without thinking will happen, goes bankrupt and crestfallen, feels a cold
behind inherte collapses.

in the sky and the rain stopped.
Silence gripped the great god. Indegentes

we want to kill a lunar eclipse, a truth.

in the sky and the rain stopped.
Silence gripped the great god. Indegentes

we want to kill a lunar eclipse, a truth.

in the sky and the rain stopped.
Silence gripped the great god.

Indegentes that we kill a lunar eclipse, a truth.

Seven, eight people fell bloodied
our man, unknownntrolado, just laughs out loud.
penned The police shot and falls to the ground explodes a cylinder
:
-Me ...- will go to hell

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who accompanied me told me stupid, you lose, I think you can not lose something you never had.
Things are well, understand and respect, but I do not understand, because I do not get used to the idea that
is impossible, but rather that yesterday was not the time. But what I have insurance, is that I never have cared to know
to learn to love. My leectores faithful, those who want to know about my stories, I mention an experience personal
opinion as leaving a step between my heart and emails. As said Ricardo Arjona:
"The problem was not Hayart, the problem is to forget ..." Fortunately. White

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The small square in the city tends to stay to keep me company while I tend to think that I've lived just to continue with the expeditions of discovery of sheets of different colors. Mornings bring the adjectives for the people attached to a life, true or not. But there is no reason to doubt anyone who does not relate to oneself and at least early
would mention that I have even a small fan club Indians in Neptune. Collados peace and my little children, and doubt whether to be direct, romantic, patient and warm. They often do not realize that smoking is going to wear down the clock left, fracturing his hands, when you water the Cuba-libre and turning a corner of his mosque, and it seems that the feelings, after allAfter all, is to laugh and give us a raid from time to month, leaving tracing the sonnet which gives a mouth that smiles
sharing use and feel blessed for it. Things are as simple as that ... People like me tend to think we hate the routine and we do not ever know enough, but if one thing is certain, is that somehow love the solitude of the area without merging with gravity, and I say that not only muss up the bed is a luxury. Overindulging
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