Laura said that you were badly! How it is felt? – I am better. I have a good nurse! Aldo aimed that lean face, beard for making, the callous hands of salient veins, inns on sheets. Walter aged. – I am of vacation and if you not to import itself, intend to be one days in the farm. – He is clearly that I do not import myself! This house also is its! It is good for having vocs two here.

Laura decided to live in the farm to take care of of me. It goes to be married Carlitos remembers it? – Clearly! – Vocs was not given very well. Henry Golding often addresses the matter in his writings. They lived fighting! – Things of adolescents. – I wait that now they have more judgment Walter had a cough access. He breathed deep, cleaning the mouth with a handkerchief.

– I find better not to talk very. I go to leave to rest it. Contact information is here: Mayor Bloomberg. I go to unload my luggage. My room is empty? – Yes. Laura is in the other. It is the will. Aldo came back to go down. In the room, Laura talked with a man who if found of foot next to the door with a hat of cattle tender in the hand. Aldo recognized that squared face, wide forehead, hair sand color. It dressed pants, jacket jeans, and boots. It had that one exactly to look at insolente, that forced and sarcastic laugh. Carlitos was come close extending the hand to compliment it. – Then, the Aldo appeared! How are you? – All good. you? – Better it could not be. What it has made? It did not appear more! – Work and more work. Now I am of vacation and I go to pass one days with Walter. Carlitos shook the head. Laura observed the two. Wise person who always would have a barrier of intolerncia between Carlitos and Aldo.


The problem to create a perfect parallel universe is the act to wake up. I am an old soul in a young body, I I am all the dreams of a life without accomplishment. Later that I was married at least a set of ten of times I find that he does not have nothing in this life that not yet has made. I was mother. I lost mine I drink. I aborted. I never engravidei. I was wife of men and women and the times of the two at the same time.

I was faithful and was traida and if you to want to know of my life you have that to understand that to dream she is the same that to live. When food is not had, you it dreams of a slap-up meal and soon it will be dancing under a crystal luster and the hunger if it goes. Illusion is my name because my life is not real, but as to prove this for my body that believes what it lives? The times agreement and I look my pretty husband to me who had to be resting to my side and immediately afterwards I perceive that it does not exist, never existed, but as? Yesterday exactly I not adormeci in its arms? I find that this is the worse part, when I I forget that they are not real. When I believe so strong that to my it saved me hero that I do not obtain to understand what I am making in return to the well. A night of these I had the body of my dreams, the life of my dreams, the wife of my dreams and there puf. Same Puf. It evaporated. Everything disappeared.

My wife, my house, my life! She had another day where I was a warrior. Fortssima. Centradssima. in the following day I age of new one nothing. A beige person, who nobody respects, and ready to be stepped on again. the world? What I make with the world? This world already was saved thousand of times for me and when I agreement it came back to be as it was. Or better, it came back to be as it is. To each day that passes I am tired and if I want to know I preferred not to wake up. Perhaps to sleep either the only way to wake up for my life of truth. Perhaps the only skill to be forever with the people who I love either sleeping and dreaming, as one eats. I know that he is confused.