turned on the music, the tanned face, his fists clenched in the pockets. Low's burst sweetly in your ears as you want every time he only went along the dusty road that surrounded the old town, made him feel good, light.
He loved her still. She loved her smell and her white teeth, shook his head slightly to the left before starting to speak and his blue sweater. He smiled. He had loved many women. Had owned their bodies and puffs of white sheets on the beds like that reminded one by one with equal pleasure. One day he was in love dawn he was going to come up with adoration in the final hours of the night he died, another went out only when the last piece of lighted window disappeared in the street who saw the hand of bed and taking the city, sleeping, watching as you watch the mistress 'last night of passion before the escape, through all the streets and squares until the sun does not insolently threw its light on the buildings, took refuge in the apartment again. Pure joy was diving into the turbine room of noisy at night and the next day disappeared in the hills to make love with silence until he had the strength. He wanted to feel the life coursing through his veins, filling the eyes of green and its Ground yourself when you fall asleep exhausted and wake up stand up for God's blessing crickets already awake. He wanted to thank you for the beauty of which he was surrounded, on the strange world that if a tight hug and A. that tiptoed laughed and leaped to his knees, looking straight into my eyes and making him feel the most important person in the world. The street fell silent and smiled as the wind caressed him, sweet as a mother, strong and reassuring as a parent.
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