Saturdays and always should be: sunny, bright, good news. Like today. You wake up calm, as if you had already done everything in life, as if already eaten t'haguessis the world. Although you know that is not so, turn off the coffee while you sit at the top of the sofa bed, where they sense that not moan with your weight low. You look out the window and know that you feel like going out to enjoy this Saturday that should always be well: sunny, bright, good news. Incense a cigarette while on the ground boots voices to be enllustrar.
Last Saturday was also a good day. We had family celebration. Little Hayden was born one day of February, and the small Nile Pharaoh did, presumably, a Seventeen March. We invented the date because he was found abandoned five years ago next to a factory in Addis Abebe was born after a day no one knows when. Now speaking Catalan, Barcelona accent that pisses me off because all we are the land of fog, "and blew the candles on Saturday with his brother in a castle. He was about to make five, and the other had made new, days before. The Nile has a healthy baby face and is handsome. Very handsome. It looks to me this sense. We do not share genetic.
Last Saturday was not a bright sunny day like today. It rained last windows of the castle in the land of fog where we celebrated the birthdays of children. Then, as every year, they asked me to accompany them to give dry bread, which we asked the restaurant-the ducks from the lake. They left a large black umbrella. Very large and very black. We walked all three under its shelter to the lake, avoiding the rain and puddles. All I had to touch the waist, with his hood and red-green color. Little Hayden was one of those questions that you disarm: "Uncle, you do not ever die, right?". I had to put out the cigarette on his lips wet floor and I said no. I do not ever die. And we gave dry bread to ducks. Contents. All three. Despite
avoid puddles and mud, I got dirty boots. This morning I looked, poor, wanting to enllustrar them. I take them for walks on Saturday, sunny and bright with good news. I go to the Hill Park, after putting this post when it is scheduled for the night.
PS: I copied the song from the Secret Country. Thanks.
PS: This post is for Emily. Thanks for letting me up to walk with your brand new Volkswagen.
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