Two women swallow-shaped bend at the intersection of Buenos Aires and San Lorenzo.
have a black jacket and long legs and sinuous, almost endless, as my questions.
Today I go by "zig" on the path of Allende. But since I can not be wrong, as I have the cassette because I also do "zag." And I'm right. And I become a regular guy.
a given individual, a seeker Inverban.
I wanted to be found as always said. Seller of what has not, good counselor.
God, if any, know better than I why I found the best opportunity is not enough.
Some will say now, others say "stubbornness", I say outright zoncera.
For the father and son and the spirit that, that is not holy or fart, bless you.
Thanks, seriously, how lucky I have. And some things I'm green.
I'll see the crazy years in film. Perhaps
flying bells ringing and casually say your name.
always beside me, and I yours.
Dizzy, conversely, not day one day when everyone sleeps ... listen to your call.
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