that exists for some irrational glory like me.
Hi I'm Pulgui, although officially call me Telma. I "friend, cousin, sister, granddaughter" of Zola but I have least four months. I show my best side because I'm just combed very vain, because as soon you can see the other less fortunate. He who comes in the picture with me is the cat from my hairdresser. As it does not move does not pursue, although I do not lack desire. Note my expression of circumstances.
Have I convinced? I know first hand the glory and stay in it most of my time.
And who thinks otherwise is not aware of anything! I'm teaching you how.
That if a basic factor is a good company added. At least for me. I refer to the evidence.
Ahh, I know what you're thinking, I cheat, that this is just a nice nap and not because it is not eternal glory because it will end at some point.
Time is not eternal, just. You are a product of a process in time, I have gone, me too, but I can afford to play this time as I see fit. May be forever, if I think so, because the time actually did not exist and if facilóngo reasoning, emejota style, I do not exist, but here I am enjoying this rich nap while I rock, in its own way "my little universe"
Believe it or not I was taught to read and write with bread, love and fantasy.
From what you do not realize, because you can not, because of the mental development as yours, of course, is that time what you have invented you, which is marked by duration of your life, but in reality is so relative, I seem to escape you. Why should we divide up the space where all the time involved to define our existence. I crook the convertible that's why I put it to kick in my door. Luck, fate? This is what touched me and I am very grateful. This is a process, like my dream, and nobody can know the implementing measures that I can think of. Matter of imagination and creativity, like all the sauces that you call life.
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