1) I just read in the Galway Advertiser that a woman who was spreading the ashes of his sister in the sea, here on the coast of Connemara, drowned when swept by a wave.
Sometimes one wonders what will be the final moment and to put clean underwear every day to not go past post-mortem and shame is that you can find these things.
2) A good way to get rid of my ashes could be mixed with the roast of my friends have morph in my honor and then put in the bag coal, empty, and that a dumpster at a trot and let the rebolee, brilliantly inside the compactor truck.
3) But now in Rosario use blue plastic Some containers, one per block, where you leave the trash bags that are not run down the street. Blue bin
every neighbor is responsible for pushing away from his forehead, like that cheater who runs the makeshift bow made shirts.
4) We went, we came, we did what we had to do, we did a lot we wanted to do, things we did not want to do.
5) Sometimes the silly things you read when a boy refloat sinking algae plague and the rise in the water is clean remember cool and collected, recovered, new meaning
The link between
your real family,
is not blood but
of respect and mutual enjoyment.
Rarely
members of a family
are raised under the same roof
.
6) My son misses the brothel, being the center of the universe, Fuentona bathe in a 30-degree heat, etc. You will note, is sad, and grabbed up a stomach virus, he spent his first big mouth and is coming out with huge eyes and wet. Luckily
alfajores eat yet because these, these are mine.
7) That's it. Stamina Japan. Banzai.
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