The winds of life
April 29 had to cog the AVE from the Sants Station for Irme in Madrid to go to the Lío; As a pair of hours is delayed, I put me to talk with people and wrote It is sewing brew for the BBC websitethat is something that fado porque passes every thousand years, like the turns (I hope). Otros compis you have much fun and reconciliades with the humanity: hubo tourists lost intentando to be able to get to the North Station; A Subion Mosso 11 floors in Caballito to a venine with Movilidad problems in Poblenou with a Cámara Delante and two agents with the lynterne; Gerard, neither corto nor perezoso, a chaleco amarillo and I get to direct the tract in Urgell with Aragon; A group of friends I HIZ I HAVE A SOMBREROS OF ALUMINO DOOR Grace to see if they were at the time of a Lady WiFi. Los Rodalies Voveron to the Normalidad: they did not work. But what the ovarian touches me is that the people who salt in cooking do not stink because the gasoline goat did not work, yes Tuvo to pay the Vallvidriera tunnels because nor the fucking apocalypse will make us like this. At least, there is consensus that if you go to Caer another world crisis, nadie pondrá otra vez i will resist (Like the Tarareando cams since the title of this summary).
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