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mp; oacute; "changes" to pass by my window. I do not like, the last time it lost so much. I had to go with the old Arce, he knows me give advice. It was a weekday and not let me out, but I could sneak out while my mother was busy in the kitchen. Something was being burned. Now only I have to go.
A block and ... Oh! This happens to me for not noticing where road. I had bumped into an old man who seemed in no hurry. I apologized, he smiled and I went on my way. I hate this road. It was a row of roses before they asphalt for people who like joggingmorning. To make matters worse I forgot my coat. And began to dry leaves fríoy not stop falling in my head. At least I could get rid of this ugly kilt before leaving home. Only had one thing in mind and was to reach the center of the park to sit under the old maple and hear the wind in its branches. He had done since I knew that my grandfather did the same. He was a great writer and his character, I am told, was very similar to mine. He liked to get away from the bustle of home and the city for shelter in the poetry of the birds. It was then that the dance of the leaves whispering inspiration. Famously never iayou, a seen. It was weird because I was sure she had seen the face of everyone in this city. People have many expressions that call thinking. I wiped my face and then said:

"Not around here, right?
"No, I just came to meet an old friend-I dissociated from the old to give a last look at my good old friend, Take care Arce. Amalthea.

- How do you know who I am ...? "The old man was gone. Amalthea is my nickname. I use to publish my writings. People say I have much imagination. I say they are just my memories. And this was just a day MAs for me. End