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I'm on vacation with the girls, at last, but still present to you all! Among other things, a bath and you always think, post and reply to all. Good summer to all!

for "Always tired mum "

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The fan broke
error Botero and ME
IO, the fingers and the pain
and I know it's the same pain of seeing bread thrown on the street if I see you eat

cry if you touch me I die.

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BARREA

I came to Barry, the Campng The Gentian, Pasetta when he saw me turned to me in English believing a stranger, then he looked down, read GUYA TREKKING hugged me and ... .
I am and I feel truly at home among common people and loving Pasetta's son, Mark, is equipped with everything I need, from the ADSL line to the battery charger, his mom is sewing me a sponsor on his cap that deserves ... like all the rest.
Then you have to talk to Barry, is a small town overlooking the lake, completely in stone, a continuous bar with arches, doorways, courtyards and terraces, ancient and beautifully preserved. In via Roma, richiamano commerciali diversi locali che il passeggio time encourages cittadino il pomeriggio. Fino a domenica star
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A VERY months,,, The moon in the well

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It is done at night, I see the sky, round, dark as a noise! Only the croak of a frog, nothing serious, cold, high above the stars are beautiful, thank goodness we are them! There's too quiet here, that hurt! The leg ... toh, a star so bad! A desire? I wish I had, fear, hath been facing the moon, cool ...

O lovely moon, I remember that
, or turns a year over this hill
I came full of anguish to behold:
and you hung over those
forest as you do now, that all the clearing up.

its light ... almost reaches to touch the hand, if I try a little '... phew, I can touch it, the moon, I feel like crying ...

misty and tremulous with tears But I
sorgea on the edge, my lights
your face appeared, which labor
was my life and it is, or changes his style,

I can not ... I have compressed the chest, I scream ... urlooo! No, I have no voice ... the moon Tell me something, just you and I, like you're there? ...

or my beloved moon. And while I gain
the memorial, and the range of the age were
my pain.

me here, not now ... well, better than yesterday ... I would say, his arms ... do not feel, but look what the hell ...! My Moon, thank goodness, I can see, at least you ... ouch! Still can not believe ... it's absurd, I now have very, cold light ... that you do, you look within a square, yeah ... a pretty picture, my breath, that strange ... I find it hard, oh moon! What's happening? ...

Oh, how grateful should
in time of youth, even when long
hope and has a short memory in this course,
the remembrance of things past,
albeit sad, and worry that the hard!

mom ... I'm afraid ... do not get mad ... do not go to ... I do not want to find ... ... the end of the mouse, ever! Help me, my lights ... this hole ... this year ... shit! I have the pain, I want ... out ... my toys ... I can not ... there ... there's my bike!

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