that friend
But that painting was no longer that which had been painted by the old man that lost his color and) like their memories but there was that smile that had no equal and his eyes as blue as the sea and blond like gold was its whiteness synonymous with purity.
the old man wrapped in tears painter took the body of her grandson and told him that despite our dreams were together we were separated by fate but that was not a divine punishment but a diabolical punishment.
What dreams? If, despite having been brought within that canvas the rejection me with their bloody tears his hair turned black and blacker than night.
The old dream of the day when he and his friend crossed hands in an embrace but he knows that would never happen but still more illogical dreams to come true.
Why you hate him and loves him so much? inside my soul is that smile that makes even the most evil mourn but who see her again? that smile will never be shown to anyone else other than that it was his most loyal friend.
"I hated him from birth? no, I wanted to have lee sensible since birth but this friend made that hated him.
do not hate the grandson responds banshee cry no more attempts to comfort you.
the triztesa and joy are intertwined more than just that those who do not know know the happiness n trizteza please do not do anything after my friend I recontigo.
Is that perhaps not cameli Link Remember that we grow together? camellia that with which promised to be the best friends to death but I can see that he was not able to comply.
retunbar then hear the door and open the old painter saw Auel friend who had become evil but it was not because his hair was not black simo blonder than ever, but the friend just touch her shoulder and said
- I can spend? -
-Yes, if you can go old friend
- Hello again "
-Hi-
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The painter who has painted the world in order to give his grandson that chest that are even more important than all the gold of the world because it is painted his greatest accomplishment is that most perfect painting around the world and that she was there is that friend of all he was the most loyal.But that painting was no longer that which had been painted by the old man that lost his color and) like their memories but there was that smile that had no equal and his eyes as blue as the sea and blond like gold was its whiteness synonymous with purity.
the old man wrapped in tears painter took the body of her grandson and told him that despite our dreams were together we were separated by fate but that was not a divine punishment but a diabolical punishment.
What dreams? If, despite having been brought within that canvas the rejection me with their bloody tears his hair turned black and blacker than night.
The old dream of the day when he and his friend crossed hands in an embrace but he knows that would never happen but still more illogical dreams to come true.
Why you hate him and loves him so much? inside my soul is that smile that makes even the most evil mourn but who see her again? that smile will never be shown to anyone else other than that it was his most loyal friend.
"I hated him from birth? no, I wanted to have lee sensible since birth but this friend made that hated him.
do not hate the grandson responds banshee cry no more attempts to comfort you.
the triztesa and joy are intertwined more than just that those who do not know know the happiness n trizteza please do not do anything after my friend I recontigo.
Is that perhaps not cameli Link Remember that we grow together? camellia that with which promised to be the best friends to death but I can see that he was not able to comply.
retunbar then hear the door and open the old painter saw Auel friend who had become evil but it was not because his hair was not black simo blonder than ever, but the friend just touch her shoulder and said
- I can spend? -
-Yes, if you can go old friend
- Hello again "
-Hi-
...
Short story by senegoid ademordna
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Written on 2010-06-18 at 23:28
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