The case is not well how it all began or ended up in the same place that bunch of losers with no future, who complained endlessly what might have been, of hours spent in sleep, the long kisses dreamed of sunsets broken and cries of sulfur began to flood the premises.
came from a long night of partying, that's for sure, I know from the remains of mascara in the corner of my eye, hair uncombed, and that smell that cells going to eat the world. Well, I said, they were 4, two girls and 2 boys, one was particularly sad, love almost harvest was gone and he had not learned to accept it, sometimes I hoped she would return and others cursed and swore and hated and knew it was over, I watched from afar and let out a tear or two for him, I would have liked to catch him hand, put him in bed and touch her hair until he fell asleep.
The carcamusas covered the table where the other began, I thought that to be so brazenly and history after winning his land to look like the victim of all that, it was a good guy, counted as had to dig in the wreckage, which was never just happy that he had plenty of love to give, that one woman was not enough, never came to be empty, so he does, nothing more, apparently did not intend a Bogart of Ciudad Real, he told his fellow surf love and care to all those women who gave all he had, without restraint and without reason, that if he ever wound would have been left wounded by accident, because sometimes you love playing the mouth and most of the time out with injuries that are difficult to heal, it seemed sincere but did not believe him, the other two stories were similar, but heartfelt, with more decorations, more dramatic and exaggerated, but hey, I am a woman and well the bitter taste of defeat, the atmosphere is full of " nuncamequisos "and" yoloditodos ".
After a while I got tired of listening, finish removing my coffee I went to get his head in Auster and thought "Panda Go cocoons.
