Mama Lula was a sunny morning in May over two years. His body, dam of cancer, chose to rest despite his young heart that would not surrender. It was a good woman, who had solutions for everything with a strength and not see any in this world. I do not think death is the end of anything. Still present in every part of the family home like yesterday. I think the same happens to my old, who feels to get some nights down the corridor overlooking the LIBRARY and patio.
mine is not loneliness, not sadness, is simply absent, his physical absence. But I still feel your hug, your scent, your peace of mind to the bigger problems. This temple as Tacna, so it.
I remember once when one of her friends came to him angry complaints, because I was making love to her daughter. She and I heard this hidden on the stairs, with that calm as his only replied: "Forgive me, but I I let my cock loose, so tied to their chickens. These stories that I have many, full body paint with his simple life. His ferocity in defending their cubs and a lioness feet tiny.
Luckily you, of course you are, Mama Lula.
mine is not loneliness, not sadness, is simply absent, his physical absence. But I still feel your hug, your scent, your peace of mind to the bigger problems. This temple as Tacna, so it.
I remember once when one of her friends came to him angry complaints, because I was making love to her daughter. She and I heard this hidden on the stairs, with that calm as his only replied: "Forgive me, but I I let my cock loose, so tied to their chickens. These stories that I have many, full body paint with his simple life. His ferocity in defending their cubs and a lioness feet tiny.
Luckily you, of course you are, Mama Lula.
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