It was not the usual air. That morning there was something wrong in the right direction. I knew as soon as he got out of bed. As soon as I heard the cold marble beneath your feet. The alarm
, punctual as a clock, had declared the end of my dreams, and as always I remained uncertain about what they meant.
I lived a life at half the night before. A little 'I was riding a horse, and a little' I was a rockstar. The significance of the research in some conscious part of my unconscious. That dream I had left a bitter taste. So I got up with a lot of discomfort in his veins.
I could not find my slippers, into the anarchic order of my bedroom. It was as if someone, during the night, it was fun to hide things. I felt an immense distaste for this thing. I felt my face swollen. The cheeks on the floor. The legs seemed to want to be on strike, and the sun coming in through the holes of the shutter, I came straight at me. I felt a huge hassle for these things.
A horse, a rock star. What did it mean?
I wonder as I walked into the kitchen for breakfast. With her hand stroked my face in a vain attempt to deflate. I could feel his beard against the grain. I also had to shave that morning. Needless to say, I felt discomfort at the thought.
that morning I realized that something was wrong the right way, when I opened the refrigerator.
had finished the milk. Inside of me I could not find the strength not to blaspheme. Only a grunt. Tired and weak.
the news had already said too horoscope. I understood to be late, but I do not affannai time to recover. Indeed.
That morning I did everything with nuisance and annoyance calm. I was a hushed silence in the ears.
It was not the usual air. That morning there was something wrong in the right direction. I understood immediately, as soon as I opened the door. As soon as I heard the cold output to the bone.
A horse, a rock star. What did it mean?
blew a chill wind. Of those that make you eyes water. My car was frozen. I had no desire to take the scraper and clean, although I had to do it.
My movements were slow enough to annoy. The slight layer of ice was left stripped slowly, while from inside my car warmed the windshield.
drove with extreme caution. Listlessly avoided the busiest streets. At that hour of the morning the city is an ice bumper cars. I maldigerisco crowded places, especially if they are forced to see them from inside my car.
I found parking a shot in the ass.
I climbed into the elevator, in the company of two beautiful girls around the office. Happen to me every morning. I had already memorized the capacity of the lift, the number to call in an emergency. I just do not understand why a child of eleven years was to be accompanied by an adult. I thought every morning with the inconvenience of a lift. Three retired unknown forced to share the same cubic meter of air for endless moments. No one speaks of respect, as if he wanted to capture a greater amount of oxygen against others. Even if one thought that morning, which I was slowly getting used to, I attacked. While turned on the computer and tried to balance the books of the company I work for.
was a tic-tac inside my head. A perpetual motion, restless. I viewed the scenes of me riding. In front of an audience with bass in hand. It was a hard thought, that did not go away. For this reason I felt uncomfortable.
When I started working I realized that this was not a morning that something was wrong in the right direction. That was a morning like any other.
, punctual as a clock, had declared the end of my dreams, and as always I remained uncertain about what they meant.
I lived a life at half the night before. A little 'I was riding a horse, and a little' I was a rockstar. The significance of the research in some conscious part of my unconscious. That dream I had left a bitter taste. So I got up with a lot of discomfort in his veins.
I could not find my slippers, into the anarchic order of my bedroom. It was as if someone, during the night, it was fun to hide things. I felt an immense distaste for this thing. I felt my face swollen. The cheeks on the floor. The legs seemed to want to be on strike, and the sun coming in through the holes of the shutter, I came straight at me. I felt a huge hassle for these things.
A horse, a rock star. What did it mean?
I wonder as I walked into the kitchen for breakfast. With her hand stroked my face in a vain attempt to deflate. I could feel his beard against the grain. I also had to shave that morning. Needless to say, I felt discomfort at the thought.
that morning I realized that something was wrong the right way, when I opened the refrigerator.
had finished the milk. Inside of me I could not find the strength not to blaspheme. Only a grunt. Tired and weak.
the news had already said too horoscope. I understood to be late, but I do not affannai time to recover. Indeed.
That morning I did everything with nuisance and annoyance calm. I was a hushed silence in the ears.
It was not the usual air. That morning there was something wrong in the right direction. I understood immediately, as soon as I opened the door. As soon as I heard the cold output to the bone.
A horse, a rock star. What did it mean?
blew a chill wind. Of those that make you eyes water. My car was frozen. I had no desire to take the scraper and clean, although I had to do it.
My movements were slow enough to annoy. The slight layer of ice was left stripped slowly, while from inside my car warmed the windshield.
drove with extreme caution. Listlessly avoided the busiest streets. At that hour of the morning the city is an ice bumper cars. I maldigerisco crowded places, especially if they are forced to see them from inside my car.
I found parking a shot in the ass.
I climbed into the elevator, in the company of two beautiful girls around the office. Happen to me every morning. I had already memorized the capacity of the lift, the number to call in an emergency. I just do not understand why a child of eleven years was to be accompanied by an adult. I thought every morning with the inconvenience of a lift. Three retired unknown forced to share the same cubic meter of air for endless moments. No one speaks of respect, as if he wanted to capture a greater amount of oxygen against others. Even if one thought that morning, which I was slowly getting used to, I attacked. While turned on the computer and tried to balance the books of the company I work for.
was a tic-tac inside my head. A perpetual motion, restless. I viewed the scenes of me riding. In front of an audience with bass in hand. It was a hard thought, that did not go away. For this reason I felt uncomfortable.
When I started working I realized that this was not a morning that something was wrong in the right direction. That was a morning like any other.
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