The night was convidativa. The climate. Music. Everything made with that it remembered to the few, everything that it represents for it. now, was still worse. Saw it, in that track of pretty, extrovert, likeable and true dance.
Different of any another girl who it already saw. It lands on water a time, two times, three times very. It lands on water a time, two times, three times very. However, in the way of as much love you intrigue, them were always gifts. The reasons were always worthless, but none wanted to yield; none had security of the feeling of the other. The heart of them already was broken with this history. Consumed, but not carried through.
It felt itself weak. In the way of the party, one sat down and one set to think it about it. In that although me, he had the key of its heart. the years had not obtained to change this. It tried to ignore the presence of it, the possible maximum, so that it found that it did not import itself with it. What it was lie. It put the hands in the head and gave up to fight to count itself. He perceived he loved that it. He loved it still, as when on the first time. that none of some relationships that it had, was at least, the sufficient one to annul the feeling of the youngster. It wise person who was the culprit. Of the last time that the two were of good, the girl loucamente was gotten passionate by it, but it played with the feelings of it as a toy that later is played outside. it wise person who it would not pardon it so easy. But wise person more still, that if she did not speak with it in that night, would not sleep when arriving in house; nor she would have spirit for nothing.