And I wonder why hide when someone passes unprotected through the streets? Is it rare to see a young man trying to find what has always been hidden from him?
llovíay remember when this was still a virgin land, it was a challenge to pass between lanes so narrow and untidy. When it looked like a small river that swallowed people, and carried them who knows in which direction. Now there is only one layer coiled lead what could be a florid way, and fully exploited by the right hand of the man who believes that nature is one.
&ot; with a foul smell and dogs that another flabby that both strive to smell the fragrance of my legs. Fortunately they are such large creatures, I could not imagine being sniffed by an animal the size of a bear. Finally meeting
shadows to rest, the roofs of these posts for something to serve.
-Home is it you like? - I said a lady with an air of Indians, their dirty hair that has befallen dusting all day indicates that it has been working since early stop there shouting the same words waiting for a passerby to need you to buy some vegetables.
"No thanks" I say with a smile to que feel that it is not malice, but I do not like vegetables enough.
All I want now is to take the bus to take me to achieve my goals, but I'm just in the middle of this long road that is being transformed into an eternity, is it for my anxiety?
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