Dates. And time passes and I’m still equal. speaking of dates, or past events or things not of the already or the now. And both enjoy nothing. It is that if you eat a fruit already you’re thinking that you can count you ate it. Not because you’ve truly enjoyed it! It is only that you live your poor stories and excuses of why I do not live in the present dates and love of the stupid Cupid arrows. Yes, because I flecharon in an already very commented date. For me, by me and more me, thousands of the selves that speak of a date.
A simple date for someone who lives in Denmark. For me and my Chilean does not. We are a metaphor. We compare ourselves with the world as anyone has done. We sang the same songs in a different way… NARA. . Original author and source of the article