In case you had doubts, a civil ceremony confirmed my feeling that was already circulating through my mind: I do not want to marry me.
not want to sign any contract, because that I do when I have to rent an apartment or when a company calls me for a job. No I swear something for life, because I am not able to predict my future, much less to ensure eternal love. Not love, but because I can not guarantee anything.
Nor do I think that a judge or judge issues I talk about love and life with a moral burden that their brings no implicit charge: Who do you think you're a judge?
In religious matters, obviously, better not talk.
I am also against the traditions. And I do not like clichés of holidays: no mariachis, odalisques, or candles with a message for everyone. No. No.
I support, of course, the original demonstrations of love. I do not want to crush odes or life partner, or messages from others about how great is the bond of such persons. Let's be clear: I'm not saying that we should not have them, just think you do not need them public.
And, as one wise friend of mine, not lied to us: there are things to be in couples that are crap.
I do like celebrations. Meet friends, have fun: dancing, eating, drinking, chatting and laughing. Even if it means having to wear clothes that are not usual and insult heels a bit when you make your feet hurt.
People get pretty, but for me the most beautiful people are not big productions. It's like movies: there are better ones coming from Hollywood.
A festival includes great to see people dancing. It's strange, but there are few things more ridiculous than an old person dancing on a dance floor. The motions of bodies are slow, clumsy, as if over the years to get all expressed there. Do not leave me dancing at a party when I am old, please.
I spoke to this on the table 10, Vicky, Paulita, Sole, Pablito, Leo and Marian, on Saturday night, when in fact it was Sunday and was to be the victim of something I considered a disease.
We went to the track. The girls took the ribbons, won a ring. Marian offered to hold my glass of champagne, just as I reiterated some of the issues argued above. Lore
threw. I saw him out of his hands and made a perfect air balloon: Gaston Gaudio or did one better in his career.
I saw it coming, was the best center ever shot someone. Unfortunately, it was not a ball and I had a bow in front. There were girls in front of me and I saw: no jumping strove to keep it. Forras.
was doomed. I resigned and made an expression of disagreement. "The whore mother," I muttered. I lowered my head, I raised my left hand and the bouquet of white freesia finally stayed with me.
not want to sign any contract, because that I do when I have to rent an apartment or when a company calls me for a job. No I swear something for life, because I am not able to predict my future, much less to ensure eternal love. Not love, but because I can not guarantee anything.
Nor do I think that a judge or judge issues I talk about love and life with a moral burden that their brings no implicit charge: Who do you think you're a judge?
In religious matters, obviously, better not talk.
I am also against the traditions. And I do not like clichés of holidays: no mariachis, odalisques, or candles with a message for everyone. No. No.
I support, of course, the original demonstrations of love. I do not want to crush odes or life partner, or messages from others about how great is the bond of such persons. Let's be clear: I'm not saying that we should not have them, just think you do not need them public.
And, as one wise friend of mine, not lied to us: there are things to be in couples that are crap.
I do like celebrations. Meet friends, have fun: dancing, eating, drinking, chatting and laughing. Even if it means having to wear clothes that are not usual and insult heels a bit when you make your feet hurt.
People get pretty, but for me the most beautiful people are not big productions. It's like movies: there are better ones coming from Hollywood.
A festival includes great to see people dancing. It's strange, but there are few things more ridiculous than an old person dancing on a dance floor. The motions of bodies are slow, clumsy, as if over the years to get all expressed there. Do not leave me dancing at a party when I am old, please.
I spoke to this on the table 10, Vicky, Paulita, Sole, Pablito, Leo and Marian, on Saturday night, when in fact it was Sunday and was to be the victim of something I considered a disease.
We went to the track. The girls took the ribbons, won a ring. Marian offered to hold my glass of champagne, just as I reiterated some of the issues argued above. Lore
threw. I saw him out of his hands and made a perfect air balloon: Gaston Gaudio or did one better in his career.
I saw it coming, was the best center ever shot someone. Unfortunately, it was not a ball and I had a bow in front. There were girls in front of me and I saw: no jumping strove to keep it. Forras.
was doomed. I resigned and made an expression of disagreement. "The whore mother," I muttered. I lowered my head, I raised my left hand and the bouquet of white freesia finally stayed with me.
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There were some laughs, but now that I look here in a vase in my house, I feel that he is stronger he laughs.
There were some laughs, but now that I look here in a vase in my house, I feel that he is stronger he laughs.
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