I get up and shake Conducted in tile chile covered with sweat, Trying to forget and never confuse The bytes, kilobytes, information and more information.
The midnight procession ordeal that awaits me back home, Counting the reality of each picture taken at rest.
At this limit urban day I paint my walls garden so it does not look like a butterfly cage Amid the tropical swamp, But I do not daub feet, Because self danced the dance comes tail-male is not like note Win a mud fight with some native dancing reggaeton .
C ruzando unintentional electric traps, keys wags its tail and invite me to play, play all day every day change the rules, We tied , But the skill and begins to warm ; The rules of the game bring birth, lack of discipline also.
arrobas and cherubs among JPG, Wiggle the mouse to turn the time ,
a bit myself, a little whoever, each plan unfolds, always know that the beginning is the end , and that the end is just that , no promises no false expectations, each profile plastic smile draws with the drool of desire. Game Over
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