Happy Birthday! WOOOOOOOW No, today is the birthday of one of the f-list, or any odds n famous (global level in these parts I have appointed more than a thousand times and will continue doing until I die). IRS today is his birthday, today is the birthday of the person you love most in this fucking place:
Happy Birthday, fucking hysterical
FEDE!
're the most important person I have, the best that I know and most mongrel of the universe. Because without you I would not be what I am now a crazy
bisexual fucking with more mental than teeth . Because you're one who taught me the true meaning of friendship
, were the first person who showed me as in real life. Because one smile from you I can do anything, even kill those assholes so fuck first. You're amazing, you're
Hermos or , a friend of iron that is always there when I need something, whatever it is. That holds my crap to a certain redhead and my fits of anger toward the man (and I hate it ¬ ¬), which holds my criticism of people who join my league obscenities and lower grades in geography ay citizenship just for being my friend. That person that is always the first to latch on to a joke and think like me, that person is the first to see on facebook every time I go, that person every time I'm wrong is responsible to cheer at any cost. That person that if they ever were going to take away my heart wherever I am.
Because I love you more than I can bear. Thanks for every moment of thanks for every laugh / crying share, thanks for being there but silence reigns in every place. THANKS FOR BEING YOU AND NO ONE ELSE TO YOU.
I love you until the fourteenth round galaxy 945809658036983096820968209 veces.
That something had wanted their lives to come together in a loop of iron.
the return of the biclioteca. He had gone to get some history books
Argentina needed to give the matter which was to last. Once given, would be devoted
prepare for the entrance examination to college, where he studied journalism.
He liked the idea of being able to tell the world the things that happened in his city,
in your country, tell the truth, no more lies, tell what really happens, that was his dream
.
The bus stop that would take him to the neighborhood was three blocks away, and as
would have to wait 20 minutes for it to happen, decided to walk without trouble and
buy something to eat at the kiosk that was in the corner.
was when he approached the room to see it, there. He was taking a lighter
blue with a white star with red lined the pocket of his jacket, to light the cigarette
so that it met in his mouth and just purchased insurance.
not know the cause, but at that moment, I can not do more to stay there
standing, watching my best to the person in front of him. Maybe it was those chocolates which
eyes stared coldly, his brow furrowed and lips that pair of pink
that peer pressure to hold the cigarette.
What you have is Martin boy to fall in love at first sight of him?
Perhaps none of them knows the answer, but what is certain is that, ever, ever
, forget that first meeting ... and what came later.