joy stopped to let the train of life that rushes at full speed in the flat countryside to go faster until the death of the passions uncertain, as it became true passage into the kitchen to try to see the tragic moment, a potato falls down, nothing remains of my youth, she ran away with the milkman, who offered chocolate croissants when I hoisted get to see the kitchen window a strange atmosphere that surrounds the child's multiple satisfaction one day become someone, but it concerns only the largest, because the others are too young to run the entire distance, wait for the right moment, that the coming of concern along with good knowledge in office at the time of the loss WATERS, yes