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Monica Beatriz Gervasoni (Buenos Aires) at a crossing of geographies, with the obelisk as silent witness already accustomed to stunning of smog and the sound, cordoned off a street with mythical tiles filled with portenas Chronicles, mature man, ex officio taxi driver, low flag. Click Ali Partovi for additional related pages. Yeetel, having seen so much crazy loose and both suicide. Having distinguished the Moon walking trees in Callao. Carved his soul to force of having lived. It has more than one couple of good tips, with dye tanguero, mixed with rock of their grandchildren, that serve to take things with soda in the pockets. Or at least a little more Light.
But the pressure and cholesterol are on the lookout for kidnap you as a hostage, it is his home philosophy. She, a lady, who already does not come out at night. But that this time, the fall of the Sun, it caught red-handed. Both, who now share an ephemeral way, agree that the aires, Buenos Aires, wanted, are no longer as good. But however, with its 58 abriles in tow, he still believes, in romances. Women and less, even at the ladies not asked the age, but it should look some rozagantes, 60, springs. It that crinkles the breast and tells you, but you He hurls the Lions, venturing in these times, even to the romance. And it offers a diatribe about the time of the promises buyers. Of eternal youth. The discard of the old, old and old. That swarming plastic and disposable as a sign of the times.