Miguel Ramos
With a white rose among the thorns bleeding fingers Fernanda cries silently, - have not been good times - think, while the more intense sob. Is losing his sight and exaggerated self-esteem, living on the edge of violence, which challenges the volunteer work you do and the hunger for help far and live in constant grudge with those nearby.
Sitting in the middle of the Plaza de la Constitution, seeks to draw attention, which after twenty is difficult if you do not have sufficient merit, as a child and the fact that the smallest was favorable to all eyes and attention were for her, today is not so. Engages in a power struggle in a family of 4 sisters and a brother, for being the only male feels above all, above all think and act above all, they all say the best, have hated since some time ago but begging to be together, do not give quarter, as competition between the characters that surround trying to draw equally from attention, winning a coin or made publicly known mime, merolicos tonic to stop hair loss, but the reality is that the only thing that stops is the floor, take it, take the ring for keys! ! the Christian concert in front of the cathedral with his healing and glory to God in the midst of political speeches, thousands of protests denouncing facts or plants, demanding something.
- That not near me, if I say something I can smash his face - it is said in front of the stained glass of a cupboard, not realizing that the French Vanilla cappuccino 10-0z her tongue is burning temperature equal to the he must be the body for the state of anger you are experiencing.
- Today I want to get to my house so! The end I hope I do not want to see them - shouting, when a sharp blow from behind threw the coffee, was a junior on his cell phone screaming, fighting for that Dad would not come at the time agreed to lend the car and get through his girlfriend.
- Listen, you moron ... .. p - Sssss! Was his brother, that's stopped for a moment, but leaving his astonishment was over, without success, because with a deft movement it took off and threw it against the hair dresser . No "gentleman" went, all looked like spectators waiting for the Roman circus thumbs down or pardon. It was not enough to blow the glass up and faced him, but could not measure the forces, but the hatred and rage became almost uncontrollable, with another shove the left roll and turned around continuing with the lawsuit by telephone; moments earlier had ruled that if you bring back repent, but now he had eaten just like paper in fire engulfing the courage not to beat him. Loneliness is not good in a sea of \u200b\u200bpeople moving around in slow motion, even frame by frame, across the street in a daze, turibus grazed him, a car screeched the tires when braking suddenly leaving an inch knees, but it was empty, with his backpack full of books, the cathedral bells rang out, and had left walking down May 5, for stores, closed, where the gringo reviewed the map of the historic center and the Japanese pulled out and snap photos, the wipers pounce on the cars, looks askance at cilindrero, pulls a coin out of inertia, but still single, think anyone and everyone walking by the curb, play keep off line and stretch your arms, breathable and locks his gaze to the right the Palace of Fine Arts, up warns the Bank of Mexico, and stops suddenly staring at one point ... The Latin American. .
With a white rose among the thorns bleeding fingers Fernanda cries silently, - have not been good times - think, while the more intense sob. Is losing his sight and exaggerated self-esteem, living on the edge of violence, which challenges the volunteer work you do and the hunger for help far and live in constant grudge with those nearby.
Sitting in the middle of the Plaza de la Constitution, seeks to draw attention, which after twenty is difficult if you do not have sufficient merit, as a child and the fact that the smallest was favorable to all eyes and attention were for her, today is not so. Engages in a power struggle in a family of 4 sisters and a brother, for being the only male feels above all, above all think and act above all, they all say the best, have hated since some time ago but begging to be together, do not give quarter, as competition between the characters that surround trying to draw equally from attention, winning a coin or made publicly known mime, merolicos tonic to stop hair loss, but the reality is that the only thing that stops is the floor, take it, take the ring for keys! ! the Christian concert in front of the cathedral with his healing and glory to God in the midst of political speeches, thousands of protests denouncing facts or plants, demanding something.
- That not near me, if I say something I can smash his face - it is said in front of the stained glass of a cupboard, not realizing that the French Vanilla cappuccino 10-0z her tongue is burning temperature equal to the he must be the body for the state of anger you are experiencing.
- Today I want to get to my house so! The end I hope I do not want to see them - shouting, when a sharp blow from behind threw the coffee, was a junior on his cell phone screaming, fighting for that Dad would not come at the time agreed to lend the car and get through his girlfriend.
- Listen, you moron ... .. p - Sssss! Was his brother, that's stopped for a moment, but leaving his astonishment was over, without success, because with a deft movement it took off and threw it against the hair dresser . No "gentleman" went, all looked like spectators waiting for the Roman circus thumbs down or pardon. It was not enough to blow the glass up and faced him, but could not measure the forces, but the hatred and rage became almost uncontrollable, with another shove the left roll and turned around continuing with the lawsuit by telephone; moments earlier had ruled that if you bring back repent, but now he had eaten just like paper in fire engulfing the courage not to beat him. Loneliness is not good in a sea of \u200b\u200bpeople moving around in slow motion, even frame by frame, across the street in a daze, turibus grazed him, a car screeched the tires when braking suddenly leaving an inch knees, but it was empty, with his backpack full of books, the cathedral bells rang out, and had left walking down May 5, for stores, closed, where the gringo reviewed the map of the historic center and the Japanese pulled out and snap photos, the wipers pounce on the cars, looks askance at cilindrero, pulls a coin out of inertia, but still single, think anyone and everyone walking by the curb, play keep off line and stretch your arms, breathable and locks his gaze to the right the Palace of Fine Arts, up warns the Bank of Mexico, and stops suddenly staring at one point ... The Latin American. .
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