was twelve and did not talk much.
Bah, I did not talk much.
Then each went his hand
And we still talk.
And I was always to remain silent.
And she always was, not to be.
And he did not.
not speak.
And speaking of here without being there,
One day she was
And one day I spoke.
And we talked.
And now we have to recover all that we do not talk
For my silence
And by their absence.
Carola, my friend from primary through twelve and my new old friend,
his birthday celebrated on 4 August at Old Bar Soho (4632 Gorriti almost S. Ortiz, Palermo) at 23.58 and invites you here!
PD1: A view to see, do not ask "I can go?". If I put it here is because they can all go, but do not know anyone or be the first time entering this fucking blog.
PD2: Know excuse my absences commenteras in posts friends. Occasionally I get a life and this thing is a bit off-hook cybernetics.
PD3: There striptease to popular demand, even though I'm missing the rhythm of pregnant belly.
thank those who in one way or another.
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