It isn't necessary to imagine the world ending in fire or ice — there are two other possibilities: one is paperwork, and the other is nostalgia.
Friday, September 2, 2011
Ayer pasé por tu casa, y tiraste un peso al piso, voy a pasar 14 días, así me hago alto guiso.
Que feo es tener tiempo libre , uno se da cuenta lo solo y desdichado que es.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
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