Agate dreamed of living your dream day and night. Conjured up but it was not able to rise in an abracadabra and fly above the storm of negative air swept his life, but only at night, when he was receptive to their avatars to communicate with her through books, dreams and incomprehensible languages for multilingual, but without a grimoire that would guide his life in the real world invisible.
Agatha had a legion of infantry feline was rampant at home, making and breaking at will. Were reincarnations of people who in past lives had been a key vital to their existence and those who felt a great affection and respect.
His days were long and dark, controlled by his amazing biopausia and the reality of it was slave and slapped her in the morning: those three dragons with their fires were lighting the Sun
A wrong marriage, a first birth was a punishment and a second in a tattered Aries, as it grew, minute by minute, emotional time. Those fires were the equivalent in this century ago in which burned in the town square on a pyre of wood was still green for several centuries.
A Agate called him the crazy and she was laughing, but crying bitterly for errors committed despite having been warned. Social conventions seem to have been stronger than any other force and allowed to bind to this post thinking it would be so strong that he could break the string and astonish the world.
Still, the day came in the qu
and Agatha met the gentleman with whom she was married for five centuries, brave, respectful, polite and with a rare combination of intelligence and strength. But he did not know what she and never took it seriously. So much so, that when he realized his mistake he apologized and she responded with silence sonorosísimo a year later became also an application for leniency.
She was pure goodness, I did not know anything about bad vibrations or harmful magic, just sweetness. Agatha was a noble trapped in a world of plain people.
happiness is disguised in the night when his whole world quake disappeared, and sprinkled scented princess, fairy godmother, a teacher, mother ... And sometimes getting even smell perfumes during those hellish days. Mr. Blue
His days were long and dark, controlled by his amazing biopausia and the reality of it was slave and slapped her in the morning: those three dragons with their fires were lighting the Sun
A wrong marriage, a first birth was a punishment and a second in a tattered Aries, as it grew, minute by minute, emotional time. Those fires were the equivalent in this century ago in which burned in the town square on a pyre of wood was still green for several centuries.
A Agate called him the crazy and she was laughing, but crying bitterly for errors committed despite having been warned. Social conventions seem to have been stronger than any other force and allowed to bind to this post thinking it would be so strong that he could break the string and astonish the world.
Still, the day came in the qu
and Agatha met the gentleman with whom she was married for five centuries, brave, respectful, polite and with a rare combination of intelligence and strength. But he did not know what she and never took it seriously. So much so, that when he realized his mistake he apologized and she responded with silence sonorosísimo a year later became also an application for leniency. She was pure goodness, I did not know anything about bad vibrations or harmful magic, just sweetness. Agatha was a noble trapped in a world of plain people.
happiness is disguised in the night when his whole world quake disappeared, and sprinkled scented princess, fairy godmother, a teacher, mother ... And sometimes getting even smell perfumes during those hellish days. Mr. Blue
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