D! I loved reading the post, it was like being there again, foam in place it was like to feel again

I have a photograph of a model Plymouth 57 in my computer foam in place desktop. foam in place It is shabby, foam in place really in a bad state. Behind him, among various shrubs and trees, others look alike. I do not know what models are. But the one in the foreground is a '57 Plymouth. I think the image, so it seems, is taken from a forest in the southern United States. That South does exist, it does exist achieved. foam in place I can not take picture of the desk. Means a pact with a friend, a pact that includes being able to carry out a story in its decisive phase by any means, against everything and everyone. And so it is ... I think in time stolen ... Fernanda Trias told me that I titled sleep here on the blog as "Birds of Fire" people who do work off the street at that hour of the morning, all those people, so I am. He shook me completely that reading, because you're right ... It's dark, it's past midnight ... In five or six hours I have to get up to go to high school ... In a green notebook, without anyone realize, I write a little bit of history ... In a moment I open my eyes and reread a sentence and not quite understand anything of meaning that can get to have ... A little later I fell asleep and I see a car that leaves a path and begins to fall ... I wake up and scored ... My friend tells me: If you pass a certain thing we have to buy a Plymouth a Plymouth Savoy ... I remember last Saturday, going on bike by the Route 9, by a cemetery or something foam in place classic car ... All the stories that contain these housings, situations to be covered, the air of another country that went over them ... I am writing to tell you that the next time Maldonado come and we have to go there, foam in place north of San Carlos ... A through childhood and old cars ... When I was a kid, at Kennedy, had a block a workshop between open and closed for a few seasons year. The owner was de Rivera, but was going to Montevideo from time to time and left huge dogs tied outside, against a huge gray metal gate and a friend went and threw him toreábamos stone or a stick ... A few meters, below about privet, had an old car, abandoned ... Her glasses broken and scattered on the seat upholstery ... The interior smelled bad, some drunk slept over there, who knows ... then once I took my sister and grabbed braces and I hit him first at any part, perhaps the trunk. I made a terrible noise and silence in the neighborhood had before foam in place felt ... I gave a new fierrazo and I could not stop, I came as an attack and when I wanted to agree with me saw that my sister was sending foam in place open fierrazo by everywhere ... We shouted and we laughed ... Damian and Andreaaaaaa !!, feel far away ... Only then we realized what we were doing ... If our mother had known we would have been beaten. .. We ran to the corner and got an ordinary grumbling for having escaped ... I have 8 or 9 and my sister two years younger foam in place ... I am thinking about the state of possession ... Meeting in the green notebook where continue with the story of Stefan Zweig phrase in "Amok": "The people of the villages know that no power in this world can stop that is prey to this crisis bloodthirsty foam in place madness (...), and when see it coming, shout from as far as they can, the ominous warning:! Amok ' 'Amok!', Before which everyone flees. And the possessed, seeing nothing, hearing nothing, he continues his career and continues to kill ..., killing everything it encounters ... until they kill him like a rabid or until dog is dropped, exhausted, drooling foam ... "... Why was it? ... I think there's something you want to talk ... That state of suspension in the act writing, that feeling of rapture in which there is paper or letters, or hands that translate into other graphic marking images that come to mind ... I do not know how long, and whether occurs more than once ... There is a moment in which it disappears and one is contemplating the page, returning to the observation of the work to be carried forward with some supervision ... But you saw the movie or reliving some of that I had witnessed ... And suddenly comes out and all those letters appear over there, outputs nowhere ...
Cute !!! Very entertaining. I liked the final thought, but I do not really pleasing cars. My bike is all that I need to investigate all places undiscovered. Hug !!! AA November 2, 2008 18:43
D! I loved reading the post, it was like being there again, foam in place it was like to feel again very close to you, again, in the passenger seat of Savoy, towards an ever uncertain destiny. Now I write from San Cristobal, Tachira state in Venezuela. I'm out of the hotel. A 5 meters, 20 people reci