Preciosidades What I felt, on the first time where the vi? The same that a child feels, in one morning of Christmas. Later, I do not remember myself. It swims can summarize a word. I collect first editions. The first time that it stows here, I did not give account of the color of the walls. I seated in the soil and I remembered other times, in other places. I collect possible fragmentos of if remembering with alento.
Since dawn, always me it was difficult to discern between the bread and the word. On the first time where the vi, made sun, and were the beginning. I collect things to be collected, but they do not last very. What I felt, on the first time where I heard that music? That it are done pra me, and that would go forever ouviz it. I collect theories.
The job of the certain words depends on the fact of if being waked up for the job of the certain words. That although the agreement does not depend you are welcome. Not even to be in fact words, much less to be certain. At some moment they leave of being. Today I have a cloth chair. She is possible to see the life comfortably, per some instants, seated in a cloth chair. eating bread. choosing gradually the thoughts that are words, the ones that are images, you inform and the ones to them that if become both. It would not know what to explain, of the last time where the vi. They had said me that it did not come back. I remember to have folds the frown, to the search of some word. I collect fast teachings, that had arrived for me of the nothing, toward the nothing had come back, not without before repassing them, despite in inadequate way. They had said me that they would still have little usefulness, in case that thus did not proceed. What I felt the first time where I read it? It swims. Or Ah yes, it finally arrives in house. It was summer, and it had a long way for the front.