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noise was a result from the tendency to make salad became unbearable that for years the next moment succeeds the desire to go to hear German, so that the freedom to take their destiny in hand sometimes in a pit that no one can see from an altitude where the leeks swim randomly to avoid falling on a bone and noon everything lights from the bottom to the river, but be sure to do tenacity and coincidentally in a forgotten place I find a smile, making me cry, how is this possible, so close to the trees, yet won by doubt I put myself at the disposal of the army to try to find this little rabbit that I believed crush the other day when I came home from Dubai, and in the silence of reflection pushing not to intervene, I feel rising in me a question and if all it got beautiful, I am still looking for a way to get out but now everything happens, I no longer believed, and I still hear the bells that announce the time to pray, so that it continues in the sky to the earth in a eternal communion pushed by the wind so that everything is finally available in a life time friend, which made a big whew, I can no longer everything was so close and now that I know what is going on in the dark paddlers patrons to the source in front of the ancient Roman temple that was besieged for a hundred years to the time of glazed chestnuts, and in the continuation of a great action, but still accessible from the road, I make a detour to be sure that all the doors will be closed to all intrusions, then I go back to my duty, which can in no way become a subject of discussion, but a green apple hanging from boredom swayed gently in the wind when a shot thunder reminded everyone that life is sweet, but before this great show we are seized with fear, putting my head inveterate clappers more than anything that exists and in French because for years we find in this country what it takes to shine in plenary, making yesterday I'm going to see what happens in the face, because as usual I do my daily rounds, and at night I believed to see an owl, I think it's strange on this festive time for the dead, and in the morning I inquire, I find pies, gourds, salt and even shoes, I'm on the track, and when I shake a bag full of rice, I hear a bell ring but what time is it, I quickly realized that this is the time of my visit to smoking, I run the risk of falling, but as n is not true I risk nothing, so I'm faster than usual, or ever since the water flowing in one direction towards the sea, nothing can be done and the people who deal with barrages know although the full moon we see strange birds that fly at low altitudes to avoid radar that's how I knew a guy who always found gold in the river, I asked how it is to find what he seeks, he said, it is not difficult, making three is not both, so I cross my legs and I hear the sea whistle, at that moment I put on my boots and I am off in search of lost time, it makes me work out and about noon I go home to not lose the habit of going out and back from What good scores at home Next