adnairsilence @ 2008-07-22T13: 29:00
There's nothing to say. Everything is too short, incomprehensible and vulgar in this society of people educated and erudite.
So I only have the little things in my little world within.
Yesterday was the birthday of my mother. He received a bouquet roses for sixty to sixty years old. The poor could not get through the garden into the house, with the weight of the basket full of flowers on her arms. I would have liked to see the excitement in their hard eyes and cuddly.
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