Rubble and sand were going together towards unforeseen event tied gummy and passions simple and long fragile fingers large babies worms and frisky, playful, sensitive to small folds of your fingers. We left the bulldozer and cement, always ready to get into the worst of your corners and scratch you as that bug why both scream. A gate input a mature woman and free entrance welcomed us to fragile wooden staircase, rumbling, easy and cozy to tread, as if we were at home, our home, our parents and our children's memories and ancestral . Incense and white door open, but sweet as it smells good in the dentist's office, dirty magazines and a Zen garden did not fit my idea of \u200b\u200brelaxation, but I guess I'll get used and walls semispirit event announcements or any color without spirituality striking the eye ready to captivate unwary and confused I did hesitate for a moment, but I guess I'll get used. Today will be a great day, day of relaxation and hear sirens attached to the post of the candle is left higher than the wind whipping by as I writhe with pleasure, that angelic singing. It smells of incense and candles and smell the East that I could not describe very well but between sex and passion acid. Between spiritual ladies fashion you and me we were in a hall at a small table and a colorful box and very deep, behind a man with gray quiet we shipped. Name. Miguel Angel Garcia. Pass the pen over my name in the book and keep looking. I say, look, I got there. No, but this must be another, and is crossed out. You have a very common name. I say start well for me. Occupation: student. I I was going to unleash a rant about my occupation and my interests as a teacher I should know my mistakes, the curtain that I cover my heart every morning. But it was not. No more words. Very Zen only by 15 points next to my name. I am amazed. Maybe it's the room number that belongs to us, dark but we can see by the light that intrudes through the windows, not better covered by balconies evil purple curtains, thick but slightly translucent. Fifteen is five by three. Does not contain squares of primes, Möbius would be very happy. The three are very clear, holy trinity. But what about the five? I never stopped to think about this issue, but hey, we in the East, let him check your rules, get used. The name of my companion. Also studied. Neither working nor unemployed. I guess we should have answered unemployment, or break, roll, father, I dunno, like a koan, all very mystical. Also fifteen. Fifteen of fifteen seventy-five, and if we add twelve, the Sumerian system was sexagesimal. Well now the thing begins to make sense. He looks at us expectantly. I am full of anxiety and all my glands expel endorphins, getting ready to ride.
are thirty euros.
