walked like walking the children still do not know which is the pride and are happy to discover that they can move onto her legs, rocking to one side and then the other, in a casual bar that led him back. It was a bit decided to intentionally walk, limp.
was dropped to the side to move the other leg out and not just his foot off the ground, drew a bow dragging any stone that had been on the road as souvenir.
In a futile attempt to avoid taking his adventures to head down, not looking at the landscape and with surprise, curiosity ... just watching his feet with the hope that the ground like a conveyor belt, began to crawl slowly backwards as he walked. During a step
thought "What a tremendous adventure!", Then as he dropped the other side as the pendulum of a clock regretted "Nothing ever be the same!" and slowly took another step and said "What a beautiful trip !"...
At each step was to take along a memory, each memory with a feeling with every feeling an image associated with the image and linked to smell that smell a sound ...
Lost in thought, slowly and without realizing it was accelerating the pace, increasingly walking right. Full of pride in their memories. But I did not see, or hear, or feel ... everything seemed stale and gray ... had filled his head and heart could no longer be anything else.
then lost on the way back, walking with eyes forward, arrived.
was dropped to the side to move the other leg out and not just his foot off the ground, drew a bow dragging any stone that had been on the road as souvenir.
In a futile attempt to avoid taking his adventures to head down, not looking at the landscape and with surprise, curiosity ... just watching his feet with the hope that the ground like a conveyor belt, began to crawl slowly backwards as he walked. During a step
thought "What a tremendous adventure!", Then as he dropped the other side as the pendulum of a clock regretted "Nothing ever be the same!" and slowly took another step and said "What a beautiful trip !"...
At each step was to take along a memory, each memory with a feeling with every feeling an image associated with the image and linked to smell that smell a sound ...
Lost in thought, slowly and without realizing it was accelerating the pace, increasingly walking right. Full of pride in their memories. But I did not see, or hear, or feel ... everything seemed stale and gray ... had filled his head and heart could no longer be anything else.
then lost on the way back, walking with eyes forward, arrived.
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