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Emilio was in the year-end event of your yard. When asked why he had been so serious during the presentation I said, "Mom, is that adults know how difficult it is the work of a child"

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Where is the line between the depressions of my mind.

depressions that I explain how to get to their lines.

Next stanza, line incomplete,

How else would undo my bags?,

and when it became a gimmick,

rhyming and he thinks, "ah!?.

I'm pretty tired of trying,

when even I know where I ever forget.

I guess that is not lost,

nor in the box of forgotten items.

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And I think that now,

Ab vitae exordium, from the beginning of life ...

But that continue? ... Wonder ...

"Where did many of the things I never saw her again?,

or Where are the fruits of unhealthy thoughts?,

Who knows what became of the undead? ...

should follow fable stories and bad movies,

if there ever was true fable,

not really know who else can happen ...

is

as the blue sky,

and is not always blue.

gives me not so much "unite two parallel worlds,

let reality and fantasy in quiet peace,

not start there because remember,

not usually look back, but sometimes I look and not just out of curiosity,

but because sometimes I force myself to remember,

but what I said? ... Nothing to remember,

is not possible, is that sometimes it should not.

Sometimes I blame myself, when I have to blame for losing the culprit,

someone has to pay the piper,

I do not suppose I'll always be the most honest all.

The songs are just the best excuse to get away from me.

way things are, when better are less strange to us.

because I have not start at the beginning if you do not intend to come to an end ,

happy endings are taught to live, not only explains

that this is not the real final.

Change, strange word, change and go back.

It's like the blue sky,

and is not always blue.

7:13 pm

28 / DIC / 08

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love 5

Me: I love you
Emilio Emilio: I love you more
I: Impossible
Emilio: Yes, Mom. I love you to 38 thousand miles per hour.

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