This week is especially holy. Nor is officially carnival. Day before or after. And not even celebrate any hangover in advance.
So all I think now is the right time to try to compose a new version of everyday life.
put our doubts to start together and agree a new faith. A new world disorder. A kind of chaos right.
The chosen day is Friday night 25 days ago. The hour, from 19:00 in the first call, and after 19:01 in the second and subsequent years.
To achieve the objective need clean towels and hot water. We also need to resort to dreams if pointed people without imagination. Although, as Toy comes with manna under his arm, I think we can leave the dreams to the end.
I will need a good brush to erase the line between those who want to hit it, and promised to look personally to find the best wigs to cover bald heads.
will seek to call a hybrid concept where no one feels discriminated against. Lyrical novel, for example. O prose poem.
Once numbered 1 to 9, Navalón can start counting function Ciempozuelos incidents experienced in the past months. The 'finished' can start at the beginning. The forty to give always a step forward and two steps back.
Beginners I do not expect any, so we can skip the derivations correspondence.
The next week I will to tell high the final roster, only to promise to do my five senses, my little test and my unwillingness.
And if you respect me the hiccups, too tight will the contracrónica official. Although I take responsibility if anyone out there with his face twisted.
We're back.
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