no one should make a solid? 
who if it was a simple mistake, or perhaps a slip of my mind ... do not type in my email but libera.it libero.it.
Lapsus froid many would say, knowing the ups and downs in recent months by having to work commitments examinations without washing to do and it (luckily the dentist has finished his dirty work) shocks to the heart (you know when you discover that your conquilini have moved without your knowledge is a hard blow ... I said "at least for births deaths graduations and weddings put a dick post on the fridge can not do so if Frank dies (the other conquilina) advised me after three months?) beautician hairdressers you have to be addressed, as usual, did something that you did not want ... I do not always happen I know you! Darwin exhibition to be seen with the little brother of four years to buy new shoes to hair dye to do mother to grandmother to go to find a guy to find the time to speak (not to mention a home in the middle) from primary to vote
and think about this as I can find some time for me?
That important time for themselves, to make it special to others, to grow, to fill the bottle to pour love others in the glasses ... for quite some time, my wine vinegar is made from the hands and I miss the ability to make others ...
Cursed time. I hate it. Never enough for anything, ever.
Or maybe I just is not enough that exceeds that claim too much of me and then I can not get what they want.
What then is it not true ... But I want more, or at least enough to feel satisfied with myself, or at least meet the only person who can not meet.
Perhaps this is the only problem or is it my highest security these days, the precariousness of my life. Now I
go as usual there is a train waiting for me, rather than waiting for me.
PS: do not worry nothing hammered Baol!
