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IN the SOIL the day was gray in the city of the drizzle that, persistent, bathed pedestrian and asphalt. Inside of the car, it waited the signal when something called my attention. It was play in the soil, the wind … Continue reading →

' The way is the message, does not import contedo' ' Sidney Finkelstein Was in a restaurant one day of these, and I could not leave to observe a young couple, in a table to my front. Both with its … Continue reading →