One morning I woke up ... and I met a fisherman. (Think of something else, right?). He assured me that the best fish in the rivers they fish. Fishing I do not understand anything and then I was listening to him for a bit 'then I am left bored.
fishermen's lives are boring.
A couple of years after I left the worst bar in Caracas, that of advertising. I've met Mondo Marcio told me something about a box. I just do not understand that, talking all weird and after a while 'I walked away bored. Mondo Marcio
Life is just boring.
forgot .. a week before I met a pastor zen. He assured me that the cows can eat, those that have a sacred purple sticker on the head. Puzzled, I was talking to them (the pastor and his cow) a couple of hours, just that when he talked about the cow did not understand .. Mondo Marcio seemed to listen, after a while 'I left bored.
The life of Zen and cow herders who speak like Mondo Marcio is just boring. Last
I did meet last night, I was sitting at the bar with the usual friends, at one point a girl approaches me, I think Swedish. Tall, blonde and young. He asks me something, I look at it and do not understand, then sketch a few words in broken English. She seems to understand, then looks at me and gives me two more questions. I sense something, but not all. She continues to speak, I nod from then on I look at her tits and the rest of them.
fishermen's lives are boring.
A couple of years after I left the worst bar in Caracas, that of advertising. I've met Mondo Marcio told me something about a box. I just do not understand that, talking all weird and after a while 'I walked away bored. Mondo Marcio
Life is just boring.
forgot .. a week before I met a pastor zen. He assured me that the cows can eat, those that have a sacred purple sticker on the head. Puzzled, I was talking to them (the pastor and his cow) a couple of hours, just that when he talked about the cow did not understand .. Mondo Marcio seemed to listen, after a while 'I left bored.
The life of Zen and cow herders who speak like Mondo Marcio is just boring. Last
I did meet last night, I was sitting at the bar with the usual friends, at one point a girl approaches me, I think Swedish. Tall, blonde and young. He asks me something, I look at it and do not understand, then sketch a few words in broken English. She seems to understand, then looks at me and gives me two more questions. I sense something, but not all. She continues to speak, I nod from then on I look at her tits and the rest of them.
I thought of her as she walked home barefoot as usual.
