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The afternoons in Buenos Aires have that I do not know, you know? You leave your house, Arenales. The usual: in the street and in you. . . When suddenly, from behind a tree, I show up. Rare Blend junior tramp and the first policeman on the trip to Venus: half melon on his head, a striped shirt painted on the skin, two half-nailed soles of the feet, and a free taxi flag raised in each hand. You laugh! ... But only you can see me: because the mannequin wink, the lights give me three heavenly lights, and oranges from the bowl in the corner I pulled blossoms. Come!, So, half dancing, half flying, I remove the melon to say hello, I give you a flag, and I say ...
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Y. .. a nice story ... or not so true story and more ... :) Likes to tell me ..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tTPZUefpGd0
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for all those crazy .. I leave this post ..
living madness feel a new love ..
and lives in you ... to enchirte
heart and feel the joy of being ... much more than a
and more than two.
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