Yesterday I saw life through the mirror. An accelerated version in white and black. I felt like crying and I did. It was not sadness not even gaiety. It was something that you do not know which is yours by far, that breaks your head and put it into crumbs. And then you stop. You say ... there are still things to do. You're not alone ... even if Qu'ya still hope because there are some who make the determination. This rugged life. Not need insurance, we will fix it ... A bit like Mc Gyver (ah yes, he made you dream ...), we'll put pieces of tape on the crepe paper ... It will surely have a dirty mouth, your little man with round eyes ... But he eats fences, cobblestones, and he spent the ruts ... He will ascend this thing that you do not know really ... But what is at the bottom ... And this time, perhaps you will pass the bridge.
Tilou Flaw: a poorly calibrated heart that beats within his chest .... But no matter because held in His Hand to her ... http://pititeshistoiressansconckence.blogspot.com/ 
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