Today is March 9th and I thought that instead of March 1 of a year ago we were at sea in five and I was glad I did not know anything yet. I think in April and May than a year ago there were two parallel lives. In June, the lives we are together and it happened a brothel.
I'm often asked to recall what happened this summer, with a courtyard and a tree. I understand, right now, I have to go see for myself what it is. Investigating parallel in the mind of others, knowing-at least by hearsay, it's too mind-and I stress, no more life. " But it is time for my mind. Today it's sunny, I have a pair of new jeans and the empty house, the fact that in this family who goes there and someone is-but with the knowledge that they must always return. Already, though being aware of this awareness should I clean a little house.
Last night I dreamed that a man who smelled of cigarettes and gray literature was followed by a boldly beautiful girl, beautiful but not out beautiful inside and out, beautiful that is not explained, saying then that there was someone more fortunate than he, a boy died from hair and green eyes, who had the good fortune to have it. The way in which he told his story was so real that I woke up, leaving the man alone in his words. I tried to sleep again, but she could not see well with his eyes, and gray man was sitting in the back seat of a car and once hailed kissed her, I realized that the dream was over a sleeping ago.
There are many reasons why I should run in the courtyard, the first is to find a tree. In reality, the second is similar.
I find that tree for me to see how many are hanging over them.
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