My neighborhood did not sidewalks. In summer, a huge dust cloud rose in the yard where children were playing SOCCER PLAYERS. Furthermore, had the advantage that it could play sheets. From my window and looked out on those summer evenings, curvy roads they built the kids to run with their plates of coca-cola, mahou beer, Pepsi, Mirinda of ...
In the winter we could play to the nail and the most fun was to go with our boots stomping puddles of water. Sure we all possess, in some corner of our memory, the sight of those blue boots full of mud. Welfare is charged
our beaten path and began pouring sidewalks hormingones and timid. The pools did not abandon us because those workers had not used aptly levels. Those new pools
no longer made us so happy because we began to use our heels early. Those heels slipped more than once in the cracked sidewalks. How far
that Spain's capital! It was more like a suburban shanty town, but what a happy childhood years between college and friends who wore pigtails with bows, and cologne reeking Nenuco dreams.
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